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Queen


I was always taught that being polite was ladylike 

That there is always something worth fighting for 
I am an apology
I shouldn’t be so hard to explain 
When there are wires running through your heartburn 
Telling you to jump 
Telling you the water won’t kill you 
Love is a cliff 
Knocks your tiara down a dark valley 
Makes you small 
Takes you too long to get over him 
Remember his smile 
Remember how it laughed with you 
Remember the day it stopped 
Remember his promises 
Wipe last night from your eyes 
Say I am my own destruction
I can wake up whole without him 
Wash his clothes 
Fold them nicely on the porch 
Show him a woman 
Who is too young 
To be fighting so hard 
He never deserved you
Get your backbone off the counter 
Lock the door behind you 
Buy a new crown 
Pay it full out in cash 
Tell him your sorry 
For ever being too good to him 
For ever believing his poison wasn’t lethal 
For ever letting him watch you burn 
Wipe your smile 
Two feet firm 
Erase his everything from your lips 
Wash your clothes 
Wash the scent from every room 
Think better thoughts than his 
I am a castle 
Now see how strong I can be 
Without him 
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