Draw me like one of your other girls
He would have filed me away as one
Guess we all are one sometimes.
Though I wish I could return the sentiment.
But I can see how experience shapes us
how those deeper seeds root down
coming up their damndest
with whatever fresh shit is bestowed.
And to me the whys
feel just as important as the ends.
Maybe they're not
big picture speaking.
Guess we all do it sometimes
when we're done loving someone.