what are you?
like seriously where fuck do you fit in?
is it in bed, is it in whose bed?
is it on the floor, on the strets,
in someone else's embrace?
who the fuck are you?
a missing piece perhaps.
have you found your way?
maybe you fit in being lost
in feeling like you can't belong
anywhere.
maybe you fit in fleeting by
and being unexpected;
nobody to wave goodbye,
means nobody to miss,
right?