a little romance with life

If you were a movie,  I'd be the funny best friend You don't fall in love with And every character here knows, the audience can see We don't belong, you don't belong with me. But this is my movie,  and you are the best friend And I am in love,  a little bit,  I think And the hardest person to break up with Is the one you never dated

some relationships are back breaking one works too hard the other works hard  to break their back and i'm terrified of the part of me that mistook this for love.

every once in a while i will find a long hair hidden between the sheets, tangled on a sweater i will hold it from end to end and ask - what does it mean to grow up? i care better, but my skin is dry it means learning that sometimes the only act of kindness by some people is letting me go grown up, shown up, groan - who cares? you celebrate me and i don't care i leave after i find the hair you can't force me to celebrate  i can't, i don't want it i want to sleep but grown ups say to brush before and growing up hurts.