I drank a cup of tea,
raspberry zinger always suited me.
I'm finally becoming free.
I'm over you calling me 'sweet pea',
or 'darling'.
I'd rather focus on my degree.
I dreamed of all I could be
while unlocking it with a key.
I turned on the Christmas tree,
as pines scratched my knee
and I replayed your apology.
It's funny how I've become carefree
while you've been stuck in debris
wishing to disagree
wishing to intervene.
The summer you spent on a pony,
I spent serving minestrone.
I wonder when that eventually
of changing to everybody
became a reality.
For me, happiness was a guarantee the moment I asked myself "Who is Whitney?"
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