03

Who I am vs. Who you'd imagine me to be:
Two very different things.
The content underneath the sheath,
Made visible only to those who seek.

02

There,

In the middle of the dance floor,

You looked me in the eyes and asked if I still feel hurt by him.

And I knew exactly who it was you were talking about

But all my head could think about

Was that my heart’s been fractured by far greater things than a boy who couldn’t get his shit together;

Like my leaving father.