oct 14/25

every song i’ve ever written has been about you. even if i don’t mean it to be, the words i sing still have that aftertaste of seeing you everyday for a summer straight and lip gloss that’s been shared with you one too many times. i’ll write song after song and still, you seem to haunt my pen as i desperately try to scribble out any word that reminds me of you. it’s unfair to anyone new i’ve met because i know they’ll never measure up to you, and i know ill just push them away because of it.

so, i’ll watch another movie, steal another cd from value village, and bake more pumpkin gingerbread, the same i baked for you mom, to try and distribute the regret of you evenly. to try and sprinkle it out through my life so that maybe my songs won’t scream of you and how bad i want you back.