crying boyfriend
feels like me and god are fighting
they don’t want me to do anything
getting my period at midnight
my poems are like prayers
god doesn’t want me to stop learning
maybe i really thought i knew it all
me: cute and flirty
you: fun and romantic
it just feels good to drink a few beers
and hold my crying boyfriend
dreamt i was a popular girl in california
had the sensation i was gonna smoke weed
completely sober telling my secrets
energized by expressing my truth
i have to be ready to be disappointed
magic doesn’t work
only god is real how come
i get everything i ask for
i love being a poet
i have an excuse to say that kinda shit
money grab
i want to be someone who grabs
the attention of people
with money or ideas
i'm a capitalist because i have to be
wall street should have more musicals
to get me to pay attention
money doesn’t exist
i read books in front of people
to show them
what my brain does
when you’re not cute
or giving me things
you’d think i was evil
but i'm just playing along
when it's raining i get sentimental
taking other people on like that
it's a personality trait
but i see how it impacts the world
