10.11.2015

what a spoiled girl

love is not for me.
dinners made, in the morning ella fitzgerald, soft words
and still it was not enough for me. 
i have been a muse. i have been inspired. 
"i will change,"
no. no, thank you. 
i didn't pack any bags. 
i live out of a car, which i am afraid to drive at the moment. 

a planner can't save me this time.
and i've buried a lot of dreams. for petty fights. clinging desperately for 
a piece of me.