Sour fruits
Dull vinegar
Knowing too much but
Nothing else to learn
Longest nights
Fictional book
Blooming hibiscus
If you knew where to look
Working for something that doesn't exist
If I just stopped trying would I even be missed
So simple is something like me
Weeds have more places to be
Fighting, running
Something about my hands
Up against the wall
Because of love I understand
Gaping, teasing
Cracks in the drywall
Crying about everything
Or nothing at all
Working for something that doesn't exist
If I just stopped trying would I even be missed
So simple is living like me
Weeds have more places to be