The high note’s mentality is
Something like that of half moons
And broken hearts
It comes close enough to piercing
And borders on beautiful
Your mentality is something like
Forever and citrus
Sometimes bordering on sour
But close enough to Heaven
It’s more than being loved
It’s like levitating on the moon
With a swarm of noisy bees—
Easy and dripping with honey
Breathing easily is not a luxury
I can claim when you say maybe
And I ask for forever
Either way, I’ve got my heart on alarm
It will either beat against yours
In unison or
I’ll sit in the still air and listen
As it chokes me
Something like forever
And citrus, love
