you touched the small of my back
for some reason
you didn’t have to
but would you
touch the small of my back
if you knew?
and who should touch who’s small of the back?
why do people seem to know who they should be with and it makes perfect sense?
or isn’t it like that for them either?
What are they saying?
Why do I care?
Because I think maybe they know something I don’t, and if I could hear them, I’d have the clue I need to know where to turn my energy which is too much and not always nice and a little like it can’t possibly be me and I guess it isn’t but still it is as much me as anything and for now I must pretend to be these rags while they fall through the mascaraed