Caroline Kepnes

but that’s the story of humans. We shrink to fit.

your nails are bare

hunting for Faulkner you’ll never finish, never start

hey don’t like it when a guy comes on too strong

in the bottom of his basket

So wipe that judgmental look off your face

You don’t know how to be alone with yourself. And if you block out the world, there you’d be.

Did I mention that you’re lucky to have me? You are. I am a Bed-Stuy man by birth, sober, collected, and well aware of my whereabouts and yours. A protector.

And the bullshit thing is, if someone saw the three of us, well, most people would think I’m the weird one just because I followed you here.

And that’s the problem with this world, with women.

The world fell out of love with love at some point

You look up and now I see a part of you that’s new to me, a part that does want to be killed and I don’t think you’ve ever been loved the right way and you don’t say anything and I don’t say anything and we both know that you’re testing me, testing the world. You didn’t get off that stage tonight until the last person stopped clapping and you didn’t tie your shoelaces and you blamed the world when you tripped.