princess complex poetry

it's past, 

let down the mast, fast

sail the yacht away,

to the future, pray

God is real, they say

shut up and drink a latte

wake the fuck up

you shouldn’t need a backup

drank, drunk, drink

till you're on the brink

use up all your makeup 

just don't end up in the lockup

keep up the whine

wait for the sign

bright light in the sky

get ready for the goodbye

take a breath,

ready for death?

it's history, 

Sister, He

was the one, the only 

I was never supposed to be lonely