Simone

These are the lyrics to a very lightheartedly-angry song I wrote for every boy who has ever wronged me. But, I will never sing it to anyone, because that would entail people listening very closely to the weariness in my voice, and the sharp breaths between stanzas, and realizing that, at this present moment, I would never spite any male who validates me, no matter how ass-y they may act.

I’m not empowered, I just listen to a lot of Carly Simon.

Last year my skin got bad
and I gained 13 pounds.
This year, I’m way less stressed
even starving, I’ve kept my chest.

When you wear that stupid shirt
your smirks fuel flashbacks
to the times, I would find
my composed disinterest start to crack.

And now my face is a place
that I find, your eyes rest.
Do you see me more clearly
now that I’m best?

You crawled under my skin
Poked and prodded
but you never let me in yours, why?
Is now a good time?

Yes you’re the reason I wrote this song
and I won’t be flattered when they say you sang along
Cause I’m sure you’re immature and I knew you were before
Now I’ve finished all my chores, you broke my heart
but not much more.

As a kid, we starved the cat
The vet said she was getting fat

And she cried into her bowl.
With desire, there’s no control. ♦