I’ve been mourning for weeks.
Nobody has noticed.
Unless I tell them myself.
Doing it myself again, I see.
I just want to spend these afternoons being weird with you.
Excuse me? Wait. Huh? Reveal yourself. Now I’m confused.
If you’re reading my mind, which it seems like you are, I’d like you to stop lol. This “becoming a woman” thing comes with an awful drought.