When rubbed the wrong way
Shark skin against fingers
We have the same fight
But it's subdued like filtered frequencies
I say I'm not sorry
When you aren't either
You say I love you
Cobwebs grow between fingers
And I love you too
The weakness of being
And rubbing shark skin wrong every time
I'm sorry, I need beauty
And an apology for a peace of mind
I'm rubbing shark skin wrong, even though I was told not to