I only dream I can fly when my body knows she’s able.

I only write in poetry when my thoughts are knot and tangled.

I only go for walks when the heaviness is high.

I only text an ex when I know I need to cry.

I only post a picture when I want someone to see me.

I only spend the day in bed when I can’t adult not really.

I only eat dairy when I’ve had too much stress that day.

I only touch myself when my boyfriend’s gone away.

I only and I never and I always and I do

I sometimes and I often and I regularly, too.