I’ve been avoiding you (can’t you tell?)

I’ve been avoiding you… can’t you tell? no more hollering at your high hell… no more fitting in your shell You place me to your ear - how queer and shake me like the queen of fear

And it’s not exactly hell, but that’s just it The way you make the bruise seem bliss, hate to see you like this Well not exactly that it isn’t bliss but the way you simplify it Like we should whore and hide what’s really in this… Like there aren’t levels of hue to undo as the wound fades with the root behind it As if we can’t climb, define and shine it - the strange that makes us blind this, before love - our brightness… Couldn’t turn the mechanism livened by the sting of realness before removing the prick, as if this wasn’t our remit, to transcend this So you see, even though my eyes sparkle and voice cradles your burlesque-bull flit … I’ve been avoiding you and the way you rush me as if to say, “don’t run fool…” But one day you’ll find the lens in which you look appears smudged - and the crystal ocean you have to swim to begin in was never here to judge