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.
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