you haven't answered my calls in a few days
it shouldn't mean so much
but when the phone line lay empty,
i told the trees all about you through my tears
i left out the part where i said 'i love you' first
because i still pretend it was you

the moon listened when the trees went to sleep
and i asked her if she could keep a secret
she said she could, but i know she told the stars anyway
i whispered real quiet, so the wind couldn't carry it too far away

i'd love you, even if you broke me

the audacity you have to suggest touching me.

after all the pain you caused. after all of the shear kindness, I painfully gave at the expense of your weakness.

the audacity I have to even consider crawling to you.

I am not weak. I deserve better.

wake up, lover girl. he is not your project.