sometimes life can be (more) complicated
that what people (like) for it to be…

and it's in times like this where I just wish
my hairbrush could disentangle knots in my stomach
as well as it does for my hair.

because knots are getting bigger,
while feelings squeeze my organs tighter.
and the clock is only waiting for my secrets
to explode.

too bad that life isn't simple
and (pressure) knots can't fade as easily as the sun

instead it just explodes as vibrantly (lovely) as the stars.