Time somebody told me
That I’d lost my flair
That I couldn’t do it anymore
Because I’d show how I feel
I’d flip up my hair
Complain all night
Say it wasn’t fair
That I’d rather be uptight
Time somebody told me
That my behavior needed to change
That I’d never make it out there
That I needed a target for which to aim
Though all my arrows landed far off the range
If only I’d listened
This world can be so strange
If only I’d payed attention to the stars when they glistened
Time somebody told me
Doors don’t permanently close
If I just reach for the handle
Maybe I’ll see
As the door creaks open
Maybe I’ll finally realize
There’s never ending opportunity
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 9:53 AM UTC
I think she loves me, or at least tried to, considering I'm all she's got, but I think I hate her. It's awful that she forgives me for all the days I can't stand to look at her, and when I do ask for feedback, she only whispers kindness.
It's okay, though, I won't leave her, or at least I'll try, considering she's all I've got, but once I forget, she'll leave. It's awful that I try to ignore all the reminders of her pain, but acknowledgment only seems to rekindle her spark.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 2:28 AM UTC
Somewhere along the drive, the music stops
The pain starts
I really try, but can't think of anything good or of use
The chills start
I review my availability and make the appointment
But the end is worse
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 5:39 PM UTC