Soft and small and
hard like something that’s
been whittled away to
their inner rock

and gonna be all right
and gonna get taken care of
by the people I know I don’t
need, who can love me.

I coulda been something you didn’t need,
but I hope you have fun with the people
who complete you.
I hope I stop—

using the word stop. It’s got that aah
sound, on which it’s so easy
to take a long, ragged breath, and I—

don’t have time for the tears you’ve
got me crying now. I wish I didn’t have
time for the tears you’ve got me crying.
I wish I didn’t have so much time.

(first feat. in FULL MOOD MAG)