to be opened when needed
you should write the poem
and stop scrolling through your phone while you do the dishes
or trying to eat your food with one hand
you should call your friends
you should listen to the butterflies in your stomach
and stop always doing as you’re told
you should get your shit together
listen to a lullaby
and cry your eyes out as you scroll through parenting articles on your phone
take a shower and get changed out of your work clothes
you should sing yourself a song
put on some heels
and dance around your bedroom
until you fuck up your ankle, and you fall to the ground
ibut t’s okay
you don’t have to be perfect
or try to make money off every single fucking thing you like to do
you survived
that’s what matters
you made it through another day
and in case no one has said so in a while, i’m really proud of you
oh tired soldier
oh crossfire baby
oh fighter girl
you’re not a weapon
you’re not wasted potential
with room to improve
so put down the mallet
put down the blade
’cause pretty soon, you’re not even gonna remember
what it’s like to feel this way