Jahnipop

i had ran out of air and my soul became bare,

so i reached for the window.

to make like a tree,

when it opened;so fierce the wind blows.

Knocking me back on the floor so i couldn't leave

with the pain, i gasped, for so long i forgot to breathe

This wind of the future

was now air in my room

I breathed it in and became it too

I had entered a spring with an eternal bloom

I giggle and I play—me and life have an awkward dance—

And through many deaths I do sway—I stay to be given chance—

I am not your ideal woman—

I find my being in between chaos and calm—

My desires make me immature and naive—

While I am far from God, I turn to psalms—

It gives me comfort with these red strings I weave—

I am not your ideal woman.

I have not always been kind to you—

All the while my love has taken form—

I know the truth is, I have been blind to you—

You're not here in any way that matters in this storm—

I am not your ideal woman—

I live lies while telling my truth—

For their love I offered my youth—

Due to those things and the sort—

My heart has known no home, just this fort.

— Jahni