i'm you consolation prize for all the taken trophy wives.

inadequate is the word of the day.

you just want to win something. maybe for the trophy on the mantel, maybe for the glory. but mostly so you can tell the world that you were the best.

that glass ceiling is a motherfucking bitch, ain't it?

the laughter and scoffs. because your attempt is so goddamn funny, isn't it? or maybe worse - maybe you don't hear anything at all. maybe the people don't know and don't care.

you fail. it's like running into a screen door.

incomplete thoughts. it's raining again, but you can dodge the water.

XO.

the patient.

do you ever wonder
what could've happened
if you had just
waited
another year or so?

you've
overcomplicated
a lot of things
in your lifetime.

you're eager
(the boys like that.)
you're cute and peppy
(everyone likes that.)
but one thing you need
is
patience.

because
you're
just
not
getting
what
it's
like
to
wait.

nocturnal.

nighttime is the only time of day that i can think.

you might even take your woolen head and drown in the world.

the stars swim.

next time, wear your lifejacket.