[Split]

she said

i used to love our bleacher talks,
holding an evening equinox.
before work and dreams of college, when your words were cheap enough,
when curses were a weak facade and "hurt" was our secret knowledge.
it's all just-

they say you'll never really know someone,
puppy love is for fools
and we're all just tryna prove "they" wrong.
another generation

that sex is a tool and we're all objects.
a lesson and a rule that honesty's a complex
a prophecy alluding freedom to a cross,
grieving to a song, a nervous wreck into a bomb leaving
secrets in a closet. burning X's into palms for every lovers qualm.
when did i become such a martyr
love is odd
high school is when the stupid started,
a different day when it was 'Aly, don't sleep with Rob yet'
and second dates werent tallies of fetal progress,
but just the basis for the bases we'd be leaving on,
and do I "know" you, well you never really open up
but as the due date looms, its too late too-

if you could see me, mom

First love isn't the hardest. its worthless, a serpent sonnet,
twisting arteries on purpose, ventricles askew viewing the ultrasonic,
it wasnt opportune and sometimes i feel forgotten,
i wish i could pinpoint it. the first time i was disappointed,
sitting in the kitchen corner when your voice felt anonymous.
kissing you goodnight, wishing for a different life,
attracting till we're facing opposite

sex is where it started.
the only thing we had in common,
but at least we know we've shared it all along
and when the baby comes, when the day is up,
i think we'll stay in love.


they say you'll never really know someone,
and we're all just tryna prove "they" wrong.
another generation