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.