Legacy: Burn

I’m not good at this,

Sudden, silence always softens the blow.

But not really.

The fact is you don’t deserve my words

after you silenced my love

and pressed your cheek to my chest

and told her to stop the pounding. 

You’re coward,

And I’m sorry if my lighting is not to your standards 

but in the dark I’m the brightest

so don’t blame your blindness for your bias

Because I don’t believe it.

I am not your accommodation, 

your call girl, or yours anymore.

And maybe I have to fix this habit 

of erasing people who leave lines anyway,

but I’d rather you lather and burn in this silence

Even if it cuts me deeper.

I already have stretch marks from carrying you so long,

It’s your turn to have scars.

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