who i am
who am i when i'm up this late because i couldn't ask for what i need or finish what should be done?
why do i let you let me hurt my feelings?
there's nothing to apologize for anymore, there's nothing to pretend wasn't broken
this is the hour of canceled dreams and seedling empires
now to slit my wrists and off to bed;
i am the depths of rutting spring and i'll be wildfree in the woods.