Take out the garbage
Stand up on your own
Wash the dishes
Confess your absent actions
Better off alone
It’s easy for someone
To forget how much he wishes
Another person doesn’t have it
When you have it all
Riding shotgun in a bubble
Is it troubling to know that
I miss you on the inside
But I feel better on the outside
Now that you’re not here
To witness the heart collapsing
My darling dear
Is like artificial intelligence
Taking chances
At guessing what I’ll text next
If English was my second language
Love would always be my first
Si l’anglais était ma deuxième langue
L’amour a toujours été ma première
© GÄ
Poétique 