It’s our little secret
our little moment to let it all sink in
my excitement has evaporated and i’m sick of being emotional.
I miss my rebellious phase
who tattooed a language on her body that wasn’t her own.
in a moment such as this when all my plans have gone down the drain
i wanna be that political activist
burning bras and streaking through the night naked…
I wanna feel
Want to believe that my body can be loyal
but I’ve been let down before
and i’m keeping these expectations low
and not to let it show
how much this means to me.