walk down the creeky, antique steps
snuggle up in the basement corner
surrounded by ancient typewriters
and oil-painted canvases
and make out with yourself
it’s okay
no one’s around to judge
i know it’s scary the first time
but you will begin to love it

climb the stairs of a bookstore
pass dangling ivy-like plants
and flip on the dim lights
press yourself against the shelves
and make out with yourself
it’s okay
no one’s around to judge
i know it’s scary the first time
but you will begin to love it

take off your clothes
and notice the coldness of your bed
rest your head on the pillow
and be thankful for life
so when you make out with yourself,
this time
you’ll know it’s okay
and you wouldn’t even care
if someone was around to judge
you won’t be afraid anymore
and you’ll love it