FALL FLINGS
I've tried to write this a dozen times but I can't quite capture what happened.
Oh, how your kisses made me fly and your hugs made me feel safe.
Oh, how I ran away from being the most independent girl in my circle and towards you instead.
What's the point of proving a point when the point's not worth proving?
What's the point of living a lie when the lie isn't worth living?
Oh, how I confused a pretty infatuation for something more meaningful.
Oh, how your kisses were mediocre and your hugs replaceable.
I've tried to work through it a dozen times, but I can't quite seem to care anymore.