Everything that you want to be
Is at some point everything that you\'re not
I find it hilarious, really
the excessive need to feel small.
Like adding just one painting to a gray old concrete wall.
And the persistence of wanting less than more,
Loving never felt any better, yet people still see it as a chore.
“ Ask me anything “
and I answer with a lie.
I could be so fucking unhappy here
but I could also meet a guy.
It doesn’t matter the circumstances,
novels thrown all over my floor.
Hopeless romantic
But when love knocks, I always end up locking the door.
“So just like honey?”
“Or maybe something better...”
“I\'m sorry, I don\'t follow”
Something less sweet, easier to water down and swallow.
I hate writing about it
It\'s not something I\'m proud of.
Shame comes in so many forms
I never thought one of them would be love.