Father is the only man worth living for
Convenience isn't something associated with men
That was the warning before you came over
Just to get my stuff, I needed
You had been long deleted off the list
Of needs and emotions
I’m not that girl, any longer; I’m not that girl anymore,
The moments don’t add up into meaning
It’s all mundane and relative
I fight with myself at the table
Wondering how I can be so civil
Knowing that you love me, along with the others
You aren’t who I want, our love was fleeting
The moments between were discarded
Platonic wasn’t the choice word
It seems to do the laborious efforts of a glib mind
At the time, it was thrown as defense
Rambling, incoherent arguments
Impatience stirred up, during last exchanges
It’s complicated, don’t need a Facebook message
Although, if would be easy to confirm a new status-single
I am in the knowledge that you are currently sulking
petrified platonic
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