this

you told me you were a shell to crack,

but most eggs break easy;

you're more of the titanium type, 

but I thought I had more time to solve you.

you like me better in restaurant corners, post-drink, treating the waiter well and sharing food across wood tables.

you like me better when he isn't there.

when she isn't there.

nobody's ever made eye contact with as much meaning,

and you said I had a lot of meaning.

and I wouldn't mind being your right hand,

but at least let me know where the key to your skull is,

and be less afraid of love lyrics.

you think this is for the fearless,

but this is for anyone with eyes and a mouth,

(even if they don't work).

this is pinky-swears and leaving parties early,

after hour conversations that are longer than our nails,

and it's about biting our nails and breaking down walls.

and I won't tell you it's poetic or promising 

and I won't tell you it's melodic or organic.

but it makes wednesday's less like wednesday's.

tears get shed,

later hours make for misstepped words,

arguments are inevitable,

not everything is political,

but not everything is a daydream.

yet even with our bent flaws,

time is medicine,

and shoulders are abundant

and conversations have wings.

you should be afraid.

but you shouldn't let that stop you.

so unscrew your intensity,

take a few breaths and extend a few arms,

because people are more important than worried looks.

lyrics should upset you,

and souls should be louder than the butterflies you feel

when your lungs and your tongue tie together

and make feelings impossible.

feelings are possible.

this is possible.

this is all possible.

and I will knock on your soul until you untie your tongue

and your steel snaps,

because despite what you think about love,

(or whatever this could be, if you let it)

it's worth a shot.