Beau Ideal

I know you won't rush I see your lips are smiling through so slightly My eyes while taking sips of you so clouded Staring at the sequins on your arm As you talk about how fragile... I'm just so frantic I think I'm damaged In the afterglow Abandonment as my cargo It comes slow From years ago I know I'll fall back down I'll just run it until it breaks down Until that day, I'm building up you now An open book, lately Achilles heel Am I enough for you? Beau fucking ideal I slur your joy as we pour heady words in petrichor Nothing's bad anymore, I float Nothing's bad anymore