on nights such as this / I slow dance with the things you do not like about yourself / and I build them a home / and I call them something sweet / honey / and I tuck them into bed while singing them a lullaby / sing until they fall asleep / in the hopes it will make you dream of me when you join them / honey
This is completely unlike me, but I woke up at 10:40am today and now time feels wobbly because it’s pretty much afternoon and all I’ve done today is make porridge. What a life.
p.s. the porridge is good, though.