tori-tibbetts

I am foolish
to expect
an us
to emerge
out of us

and I am
too stupid
to be able to
express
what I want
as anything less vague than
you

and I am
an idiot
to hope
that you
are foolish too.

You can hide in my suitcase or I can live in your closet

My Mama warned me 'bout the bad things
I guess your Mama forgot to
And now I'm here alone
Because the bad things got to you

The Bad Things

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for caring.
I'm sorry that I get too attached.
I'm sorry for craving conversation.
I'm sorry if I'm annoying.
I'm sorry about me.
I'm sorry.