Everyone is disposable.

Your vape will last longer than our talking stage will.

My nails lasted longer than my previous situationship.

I make myself vulnerable

Again and again because maybe I’m stupid and the queen of dumb decisions.

Or maybe I’m holding on to as much as I can.

Maybe I need to have hope to live.

I’m picking boys off one by one,

They’re brushing me off like it’s nothing.

We force something until it falls apart.

Feelings are fleeting except for whatever I keep hidden in the dark.

I pour out my heart; they pour the wine. 

I want to be seen without my body being on display.

Hope leads to disappointment, but I’d rather be disappointed than stop smiling.

Most men I meet like my smile anyway; they think it’s pretty.