Melting (I know it’s cliche)

There's something I feel lately, Like a chocolate chip on hot summer pavement.

Maybe that's a good thing, I'm not sure.

This kind of feeling happens often, like it's biological or even a key part of me.

Maybe that's a good thing, I'm not sure.

It's not a feeling I can share, I don't radiate melting like I do when I'm joyful, furious or excited.

Maybe that's a good thing, I'm not sure.

It started when I was young, Like when I was lost and not sure how to relate to people.

Maybe that's a good thing, I'm not sure.

There's people that make me feel like this, Boyfriends, Girlfriends, Friends, pets, and strangers

Maybe that's a good thing, I'm not sure.

If the music is right, the lights are dim, I can even make myself feel like this, just alone.

Maybe that's a good thing, I'm not sure.

I felt it recently, melting, I was wandering in an area I'd never wandered before, overthinking concepts and events that I'd been around the block a thousand times with. I found myself standing on a bridge, the bridge was ornamented by litter and two padlocks imbued with the one of the same initials twice; As cars raced by below, the world began to move in slow motion, the headlights became lines of light painting neon yellow and orange racing stripes below, on this bridge I melted wishing there was no fence there.

Maybe that's a good thing, I'm not sure.