And I always think
He will find someone who smiles more
Who brings a little more light
Maybe they are prettier or taller or smaller
so maybe it’s just easier
Because she will be just a little bit more free and
I always think
What if I don’t know how to?
What if I can’t help it
Maybe I never learned to lie,
Even if it was for the best.
Maybe it’s just harder because
I’ve seen it while drowning in the middle of the ocean
And I’ve seen it from the bottom of the sea
(And I always think
You would be lucky
To love someone like me)

Some girls have it so easy
They walk and their clothes drape
The way they were meant to
Their hair might be messy
But oh how charming,
Isn’t she just

Some girls have it so easy
They wake up in the morning
And someone is
In love with them

Someone who isn’t going to change their mind

Other girls we just keep existing
We should know better by now
each day we wake up expecting something to be different
Now isn’t that just the definition
Of insanity?

Some girls just have it so easy.

To function, the parachute must
Unfold reliably
Unfold consistently
Unfold without twisting
Unfold without tangling
Unfold at the right place and time

I have done all of these things,
And read all of the instructions,
Read every book ever written, But —
I twisted, and I tangled,
I unfolded in all the wrong places
All I could do was keep falling
Crashing reliably, consistently
To the ground.

Everyone’s issuing statements and opinions,
declaring unsolicited absolutes
Like they’re experts on other people dying
And entitled to their life
Well, have you died yet?
Do I owe you my happiness, then?
Once you have
Died every day in your life, then I’ll ask your advice.
Why can’t you just be happy?
Clearly it’s very simple, they are all shouting.
You must be selfish to be so sad.
Clearly you have never met your darkness
Never traveled your depths
Fought yourself for air…
It’s a shame, then
You will never know
Any

single

Thing.

Why do you cut down those flowers and bring them inside
The beauty of nature is for everyone to enjoy
Their stems have feelings
It hurts Mother Earth
Well, I said
We are humans, sometimes we like to take a little of the beauty for ourselves
Our beings thought about it enough to feel the need
to cut the flowers and bring them inside to look at
We can’t always be outside
In the sun and elements and visible to everyone
Who knows, I think,
Maybe we are specks in another universe
And when someone cuts the flowers from that ground
We die in this world
And are brought inside