two pairs of cutoffs were the only ones I wore.
I learned a few Spanish words
a couple ukulele chords
and virtual personal finance taught me about depreciating assets
but I never let that risk stop me from taking opportunities I'm given
So though I don't know where you're headed
and though you might slam on the breaks
I like the song on the radio, so I will get comfortable.
Comfortable enough to tell you
that you are not an ocean
you are a puddle of tears that you forced yourself to shed
because it might get you a few more followers on tumblr
and you can't walk on water.
You can't handle it.
I know you think I'm broken
I know you know I'm passive-aggressive
I know your better than me
because you learned phrases like, "Smash the patriarchy!"
from a lot of hip girls on the internet.
But now I am staring at the stains on my shoes
that I got standing on the track at your high school
with someone who doesn't just talk about change
who has the honesty to tell me
that I am not a mountain
if anything, I am a valley
but I am shallow--I am empty.
But if you read me some more Shakespeare sonnets
and if you keep on dancing in my passenger's seat
we might forget that I am "lacking on the inside".