God I was foolish
To think that you'd ever change...

Love to me has never felt real. Rather a lie that...
Until you...

Subtlety is not my forte when it comes to you;
Open mouth, spilling words long left dormant...

She’s gonna take credit for what I’ve done
She’s gonna say she raised a good kid but I feel...

They call me the favorite, the perfect child;
Their words biting at my fragile skin...

You pluck what you want from me like the petals of...
Yet I do nothing to fight back, wishing to give...

I plant my feet firmly into the softened soil,
Digging in my toes until they become my roots...

How do I unravel you from my mind?
It’s like you’ve made a permanent nest...

There’s a lot of places I thought I’d
see before I ever saw this year...

She’s screaming out at the top of her lungs
While he sings a girl all the songs they had sung...

She was a pristine rose plucked;
A vision in crimson from a sea of scarlet...

So many words left unsaid, only hinted to
But eagerly spilled emotions can turn sour...