Tag: french fries

I don’t know how to stop feeling like

Your go to order at a restaurant

You want me, you like me, there are times when you even need me

Nothing extraordinary about the taste but you order effortlessly

Stable, dependable, a little bit mundane

You indulge in all the new options but expect me to stay the same

Insulting, infuriating, addicted to your validation

But even my people pleasing nature can’t accept my own degradation.

I’m changing, I’m developing into a recipe that’s brand new,

There was only one thing keeping me the same, turns out it’s you.