we’re the ones who get the mixed messages telling us we’re okay, we’re not okay, we’re more than we think we think more than we should. we get the mixed messages about how much we deserve to be loved and how much is too much. we’re the ones who get the mixed messages about the party across the street and the cesspool of tired, exhausted lovers. we get the mixed messages about what’s worth it in the future and about the unworthy wait.
we get the mixed messages and we’re the ones who pass it along, pass it along, pass it along.