i’m sick of love songs that forget to love
i’m taking my name back and reminding myself
i am lovable
i am unknowable
an open book
i am honest
honestly, it hurts
i am ready and willing
the perfect imperfection
just messing up their plans
destroying their picture perfect
they don’t know we lurk in the dark of night
where their lies glow with angry hues
highlighting their true nature
we laugh, free, alive
awake
we cry in our hearts for the blindfolds they so happily slip on
but we can’t stop living because they’d rather not
we must burn down the boxes
and rise up
willing
to
be