There’s usually a boy. Sometimes
not. Either way, there’s someone
and they’ve hurt me.
There’s someone and they don’t
love me back,
because that’s what I want. That’s
I mean, I hope you’re happy,
But the sky is still the sky without you,
And I’m not surprised by that anymore.
Like wildflowers; You must allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would.