if i think of you
does it mean that you’re thinking of me
or is my innocence pure ignorance
and denial of the truth

I try to keep my face in the sun,
but the darkness claws at the back of my head,
it whispers sweet lies of how you will change,
my roots are new like tiny veins they cling to the ground,
but like whisps of hair there is not enough strength to anchor me to the path of freedom,
freedom from thoughts of you

We fight a lot & have a messed up relationship
Mistreat each other
But stick it out anyway
Accepting that we don't want to live without each other
So this way,
We'll spend our lives together, miserable
But happy not to be apart

Men are like taxi cabs
If their light isn't on
You can still get in
But they'll never take you home