Power

I live, I live, I live.

I don’t want to be that girl.

I don’t want to hear them sing.

In the glow of it all, and I can barely reach.

Nights and tears and memories, I’ll run with this shard of sunshine.

I soliloquize, their hands on my thighs, and the taste of envelope glue will neve die.

I scream for victory, and a chance to fix the past.

But I live, I live, I live.

And the world won’t stop, I live, I live, I-

Do I live?

I’m stuck in this corner of my mind with a head full of blocked thoughts, emotions, and more.

Under the glow of it all, I cannot reach anyone.

So with these meaningless words, I soliloquize.

Their hands on my thighs, and the taste of envelope glue will neve die.

But I live, I live, I live.

I’ve never believed in destiny,

The eyes don’t look my way.

No, they never mapped out the path for me, never planned my downfalls, or my triumphs.

Nothing

I rule Markov’s eyes.

I take their tears, the needle sends them into my veins.

I breathe their loyalty, exhale my tyranny.

I see their marker stained hands, I submerge them in soapy water.

Bow to me they might, they’ll never know this was a throne based on lies.

I live,

I rule,

I die.

This poem is about: 
Me

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