written in 2023 sometime after my first breakup with a cis boy.
i'm glad you got out while you had a chance,
out this freakish place that i call home.
a haven not quite worth losing everything for;
not quite worth the confession, the sin.
i hope life's a little bit easier for you
now that i'm not your dirty little secret.
i'll go find someone else's arms to cry in,
you'll go find someone else's to try to fit in with.
you had your fun, you tried me on.
i didn't quite fit, i was a little too rough.
i know you couldn't have me for what i was,
but part of me still hopes i was worth your time.
was i worth your time?