there’s a used car salesman living in my head he’s practical, he’s cynical // he’s dangerous, despicable he’s never going to let me rest // he’s never going to let me go
he asks me “have you ever really lived?”
never have I had amaranthine beauty take my breath away like iridescent lights splattered against a star-sky canvas or endless snow in endless day I’ve never risked everything to stand atop a sleeping mountain or splashed around in sun-kissed puddles let a storm drench my soul—let myself let go
I’ve always listened to the salesman
he asks me “have you ever really loved?”
never because true love is supposed to last, it’s not supposed to slip away I was taught to believe