when the gates release
away—suspend belief
like when you left home
you ended up at the rodeo
to hurt me—but i want you
when the gates release
away—suspend belief
like when you left home
you ended up at the rodeo
to hurt me—but i want you
when the gates release
away—suspend belief
like when you left home
you ended up at the rodeo
to hurt me—but i want you
out comes the danger
you could be something else
all of your fuck-ups neon
looking bulls in the eye
to not hurt me
out comes the danger
you could be something else
all of your fuck-ups neon
looking bulls in the eye
to not hurt me
out comes the danger
you could be something else
all of your fuck-ups neon
looking bulls in the eye
to not hurt me
and you’re so used to running
you could be filling up new space
visible for miles and miles
saying, i know you’re not trying
okay?
and you’re so used to running
you could be filling up new space
visible for miles and miles
saying, i know you’re not trying
okay?
and you’re so used to running
you could be filling up new space
visible for miles and miles
saying, i know you’re not trying
okay?
This poem is part of a larger project written with Victoria Mbabazi