I don’t care what you call it. I want it. I don’t want to be just friends, but I do want to be friends.
I don’t take this lightly, but I will wait. Wait for that perfectly imperfect thing that will come. I see it in my mind, and I want to see it through your eyes. Show me the way to it. You can pull me, drag me, make me sit and wait, and obey you. Tell me with your words how to find it, and show me with your actions that we are there.
And now for something Bratty but relevant:
Inescapable, I’m not even gonna try
And if I get burned, at least we were electrified
I’m spilling wine in the bathtub
You kiss my face, and we’re both drunk
Everyone thinks that they know us
But they know nothing about—
All of this silence and patience, pining and anticipation
My hands are shaking from holding back from you
———— Dress by Taylor
Lisa Gray 