플라스틱 화분에 물을 줬어

I watered a plastic plant for weeks
Talked to it like it might speak
Even named it after you
What else was I supposed to do?
Left the house in mismatched socks
Told the mirror “You still rock”
My phone's full of drafts I won’t send
One says “Hey” and one says “The end”
Maybe
Maybe I’m losing it
Maybe I’m just fine
Maybe love’s a glitch
In a grocery line
Maybe I’ll be okay
Maybe I won’t
But I’m still feeding hope
To things that don’t grow
You said, “Don't wait”—so I waited
Called it healing but just faded
Now my bed’s made out of clothes
And my heart's in airplane mode
Maybe I’m losing it
But I won’t rewind
If you’re the past, then
I’ll date the undefined
And I’ll keep feeding hope
To things that don’t grow