o, sleeping bear
each heavy breath in this room we share
lingers forever because we are scared
to open the window and let in the world
for fear of what we are capable of
"people get over stuff, that's what they do"
you said that to me and maybe it's true
but it's hard to see past a hungry feeling
and i only live for what i can see
o, busy bee
all the pollen you collect
you carry each flower back in to your bed
you open the window and fly into the world
for you now know what you are capable of
and i understand everything you say
i just want to hear you explain it again
and i'm not ready to make amends
with the fucked up ways i love my friends
so, sleeping bear
each heavy toss in our bed
my dreams become muddied and interrupted
but it's a sweet reminder of
our calm and cozy love