she said i wasn't aesthetic so i started cutting my thighs
i was nothing but storms and showers except when i looked in her eyes
she gave me less, she gave me lust, but love wasn't one on her mind
run of the mill and running away, but i swore she's one of a kind
braided strands of toxic words and knotted strands of hair
promises to take my all, not vowing that she'd care
flightless birds will fight less, dear, and so she clipped my wings
suppose i'm just a pawn and are both the queen and king
