Hey, I'm okay.
I forgive you,
gone are these blues
I had from loving you,
no longer askew,
gave myself some superglue.
You're so great & perfect
& you turn everything
in the world to goo.
Do you believe me?
You shouldn't.
Cause I can fucking lie, too.
YOU ARE READING
The Empress Rises
PoetryYou broke me before you even knew what it meant to break, stood back & watched me go up in flames. Don't mourn for long; you'll need your legs when I rise from the devastation you laid.
