12/3/23

you told me i dont know who i am

but i do know who i am

i love lavender fields

i buy roses every time someone leaves me

i love the great pines of the emerald bay

and if you asked my father to describe the

first thing he thinks of

when he thinks of me, he would say

campfire smoke

im harsh

im funny

when im drunk or high

but i havent been high in four years

i go on trips alone to see artists

my friends think im crazy

my parents think im an untamed, wild thing

sometimes they dont recognize me

my old flames would call me broken, unemotional

but i could be kind

i can do that

i can do anything