cupcakes with weed

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.

i need some femme/lipstick lesbian friends so we can act girly and have sleepovers and talk about girls and listen to the most pop-tastic gay songs (aka carly) and make weed cupcakes and take a fun dance class and scrapbook together and cry together and compliment each other so much we get tired and hug and cuddle and go to parties and clubs and dance with each other and like paint our nails go outfit/makeup shopping watch gay chick flicks and just idk… be gay and be girls LOL