"We Should Wait/Let's Give This Time"

Trudging through leaves 

Camera in hand 

Bukowski on the other 

Ackerman on my mind

Plath in my heart 

She tried to kill herself every 10 years

I just learned what it feels like to die three Saturday's ago 

I got called toxic and manipulative three days ago 

It feels nice to be so adored

Hughes wrote her the Birthday Letters in dedication 

I don't really need all of that 

Your text messages are more than enough to frame 

Anyway, I know we were supposed to do this together 

We planned this out at our favorite bar on a napkin

But, you thought it would've been better to not answer 

So, I think it's better to never hear from you again 

At the end of the day, I'm not missing out on anything.

9 AM 

And i took my Xanax last night 

The smile doesn't come off of my face 

I can't tell if it's the mania 

Or if I'm just so genuinely happy 

Either way, 

I'm starting to love myself more and more