It was Polk street.
I said to her, what took me months to finally understand.
These words made her mad, and left me breathless.
She thought I was crazy,
I felt a moment of clarity.
She walked to the bar, and I hailed a cab.
Words words words.
I wanted all of Manhattan to know, it was finally happening.
It wasn't beautiful.
I had to witness the failure of another to see my strength. It frightened me to think I might not accept this, that I might have to learn this over again.
The fair was short, but he took me to El Rio anyway. I ran home in three inch heels.
I am weak, I've shattered
I need you
I've never said these things.
this is just the start.