Cradled in the claw, felt safe
But the grasp turned into a squeeze slowly
And now the nails pressed on my throat, slipped to getaway. Left a scar in the worst place
And you'd say “this is chill, but it's temporary, like a childhood or nice scenery but with seasons, the scenery changes”
“It's okay. Don't explain it, Mariah”
And you'd say “Don't it sting in the most subtle way? Like a scraped knee? Or love you can't save. Give it time and just watch it all fade.”
“Just please don't explain it, Mariah”