I Kinda Like

I kinda like being sad
I kinda like being alone
I kinda like the sound of my footsteps
when nobody’s walking me home

I like the night when it keeps me
I like the silence when it stays
I like being only myself
in my own strange ways.

I like me when I’m alone
it feels too good to explain
some hearts break from silence—
mine blooms in the rain.

Next
Next

to the child I will never have