Come Sit Next To Me

Come sit next to me and we can talk about anything other than love. You can tell me why you wish your father was another man or what you imagine heaven to be like. I can tell you about my childhood bruises along with how the perfume I sprayed on my wrist yesterday is still stuck there. You can sing out of tune. I will dance recklessly and step on your toes. It’s okay to spell forever backwards because it means nothing to us. Come sit next to me and forget about the people that have broken your heart and the shadows inside our chest for a little while. – Faith T