Cutting my wounds open

Coat over my wet t-shirt (explicit)

Here I am feeding my stomach by licking these wounds
Dreaming of that first kiss under a beaver moon
Wearing a leather jacket and my dad's boots
Would that make me any better than him to you

Lullabies and sweet goodbyes
As I walk you home
What's in those eyes that assures no lies
That got me Erotomania syndrome

I was the sunflower, she was the sunshine
And from what I realised
It was a cloudy sky
It was storming, it was raining
I was numb and I was soaking
A coat over my wet T-shirt
That's how it feels being around her

Way back home, my bro was preaching
How I should be more careful in love while he was overspeeding
That boy she's best friends with
Mayank thinks that boy has a small dick
Well, I try to agree and say something funny
Meanwhile, he'll propose to her on one knee
I try to explain to my friends it's nothing very serious she's just playing with him
And deep inside I hate that son of a bitch
Why is he the one with the ring?
Girl, would you even marry him?

We never had our "Once upon a time"
But I'd still think of you while staring at the night sky
Grateful to share this love under the same moon
The only difference is, he'd get to love you even under the same roof

My laughter was distorted and your love arc was complicated
I freeze in this breeze still feeling every breath
How everything about you suddenly makes me all ready to fight death

I am the sunflower and she is the sunshine
And from what I realised
It was a cloudy sky
It was storming, it was raining
I was numb and I was crying
A coat over my wet T-shirt
That is how it feels being around her

During recess, I folded my arms
So you don't notice my heart
Beating through my chest
As we sip on apple wine in my Milton flask
Feeding my empty stomach on stickered apples
That's the closest I've ever felt to feeling that romantic blast

I'm not the sunflower and you're not the sunshine
That's how sad movies end and you cannot reverse time
I'd still look out for you the way I did last October
A coat over my dry T-shirt
And I'd still like to be around her

As I paint a portrait
Of you and him
I scrape the layer out of my Canvas
And I paint a picture of us

written by vikshar varma (on 29th november 2022)