we’re fighting again
we’re fighting again, more than usual
try and pretend that this is normal
but it isn’t right, the damage that we do to your body
all those scratches on your little arms are spelling
“i’m sorry about being me. a skinny less perfect oprah winfrey”
i’ll sleep on the couch, just say when
bring me a cat to be my best friend
because it isn’t like you ever said that you were committed
to the thought of me and only me when he hasn’t written you
in seven weeks. that’s when i come in
and it isn’t like you ever said that i was your hobby
i can’t believe i spent all morning trying to tell you i’m sorry
about yesterday. when you would have done the same
i grow you like my hair
cut you off when i get scared
if everyone in class stares
you don’t care, you don’t care.