4 gin & tonics
"whats up girl"
Our hands in a fake high five
Like all the tomorrows
All the plans we hoped for
But my tattooed sides hang out of my shirt
Red on my lips
People get to know my name.

Left behind, a million and one times
We text early in the morning
Our insides so vulnerable
I guess you feel better doing what you do
But I wear heels
My own date.

You would hold my purse,
You said with such love
But I need a man to hold my hand.

So I dive in,
Standing next to, owning me
Had I known better
I would never have erred
But I hit that bowl of ****
Leggings and black hawks
I wonder what you must feel
But really.


I don't give a flying ****.