Waxahatchee Ivy Tripp

[Merge; 2015]

Styles: honesty, intimacy, epiphany
Others: Hop Along, All Dogs, Mitski

On the first warm day before spring, I walked down to the river. I felt funny carrying two books of poetry and a journal. Climbing hills in black jeans and little gray shoes. I found a clearing shaped like a circle, where I stitched myself back together.

You walked down to the river too, but you went a different way.

When I told you that I considered you a beam of light, you said nothing. I only wanted to be honest about loving you.

We could be good for days, we could be good for days

Do you remember driving me home from the mountains while I was falling apart and asking me not to put on Waxahatchee?

Did I ever tell you that I was crushed?

When I listen to Waxahatchee, I feel a little less strange. Less washed up.

I am listening to Ivy Tripp as a new person. Sometimes I still feel nostalgic for mornings spent in slow motion. Sometimes I still dream of living inside a photograph taken in summertime, all angels and water and green. Sometimes I still wonder if I am a ghost.

Mostly, I am blooming and ascending.

Maybe you got your head caught in a ditch last night

You’ve always had your heart set on restlessness. And you’ve always been more explosive than me, or at least more prone to reinvention.

And I know this about you. I never meant to pin you down, just to prove that I’m right.

Now I wonder if you’re burning me out, because I wanted everything.

Love requires so much space.

Missing you is a feeling that comes and goes like a breeze.

And I’ll try to preserve the routine, I don’t want to discuss what it means

My best friend and I painted our nails gold and wore our favorite outfits and danced to all the prettiest bangers we know. I began to feel at home inside my own head. This is called healing.

Running water, running

I wake up early to fill the void with flowers and light.

Still, can I keep just one place? A beach in North Carolina right after sunrise where we are the only ones awake for miles. Or the twin bed in my old bedroom in Virginia. Or an orchard.

I think I kissed you first

I think I’m better off here in our old kitchen, looking out at a rare tree while water boils.

You ask a lot, she said go ahead, he said go ahead, I say go ahead

I might drive to Alabama. Alone, guided by a book of waterfalls.

And after that I’ll leave for Massachusetts. I might not see you again for a long time.

I know that I am fading from your memory, though I wonder what part of me might stay.

But still, I’m better off.

Links: Waxahatchee - Merge

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