Fighter.

I could color my hair lighter.

Make sure my smile’s brighter.

Wear my skirts higher.

Ignore the fact that you’re a liar.

Spend longer on your desire.

Ignite your lust, like fire.

I’d lose you anyway,

wouldn’t I, fighter?

I can’t make you stay.

I can’t make you see it my way.

On the last day,

hey,

it’s okay,

I knew, I’d lose you anyway.

–S.