Shook the jewels off me and picked them up,
Collected the crystals you made me throw out.
You made me feel inconsequential for who I was,
But now you morph into a version of what you spit on.
Stole my money, my aura, my kingdom:
Drew your territory on the land that I came from.
Now you show it off: fake smile and that petty little laugh.
Crowds swarm around, begging to let them in your turf.
Pretending you invented it, but you just liked what you saw.
Honey, I've been down that path and now I'm waiting for you to fall.
I'll stand over your wreckage, watch the flames dance,
And count to ten before karma moves on.
YOU ARE READING
Unfinished Paintings
PoetryA collection of my prose, poetry and epiphanies over the past couple of years. I've always loved writing and composing, but I'd never assumed anything I wrote was worth being read by anyone but myself. Writing has always been a way for my mind to co...
