Observations

I tell people in the streets that I’ve never seen true love,

And I wonder if I really want to say something different.

Maybe I’m just spoiled, or I’ve never cared enough?

Whatever it is, don’t you dare to call me bitter.

I’ve sprained ankles and marked my skin to feel it,

I’ve reached the depths of anguish to prove that I care.

Maybe I’m a broken record, maybe I’m past healing?

I swear it would be easier to love you on a dare.

-Jackie