Perhaps you’ve found a “love” to try and replicate mine

Perhaps it fits the molds

And you’re doing all the things we did and didn’t even bother to change the pillow cases we slept on or the sheets we fucked on

Perhaps you are content with this “love” that feels the same to you than the one we had at 19, at 20, at 21.

But I don’t want that.

I want different.

I’m striving for more/ for better

And I’m waiting/and I’m patient

I want a kinder love that doesn’t hurt

Even in the nice ways I used to enjoy

I want nothing like what we had

So enjoy the loop

I’m moving forward.