if
if we lived closer
if i weren’t so scared
if you were more sure
if i didn’t pick at things
if you held on more tightly
we would be good
i would smear your makeup on your pillow
you would be my ocean
i would hold your hand
you would feel prettier because
i would make it so
but we aren’t
and i am
and you aren’t
and i do
we’re not
but you still are flames
and i am dry trees in the mountains in the summer
and we make a forest fire
but oh, baby, if
