I do something strange,
If only for the attention,
Good or bad, it doesn't matter,
I just want to be noticed.

Shave half my head,
Just to draw eyes,
Tattoo my skin,
For a story to tell,
Walk with my chin up,
To make it look as though,
Maybe, I'm fine.

But being third has its perks,
Because nobody ever expects,
The shadow to fall away,
And reveal something so strong,
As dangerous as me,
As my unbridled flame.

"He liked her with short hair so she cut it all off"
But what if she still likes him
And he forgot about her
After she cut it all off?

it’s march twenty-third
a year from the day we began
and i’m laying in bed
in the early evening
and i didn’t even text you at midnight last night
to say happy anniversary and that i love you
and i have no idea where you are
or what you’re doing
and a train just went by
but you probably didn’t hear it
and it’s march twenty-third
but we haven’t spoken since september
and i miss you