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.