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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