Jessica hides behind dinosaur flowers,
posting to Instagram only when she is lonely,
but looking good in her days off from the bar.
I 'Like' one of her desperate photos with a lofi filter,
so she calls me immediately and cries about sobriety,
or lack thereof, which means her world
will keep getting smaller and that makes her scared.
despite being a past fuckboy to her,
Jessica wants to balance out and says I give her something
called courage, but I don't believe that part,
just the parts where people need certain people
to be just shoulders or just fucks.