Can’t get out of my bed, can’t help humming the melody,
The one you sang while I was drifting off to sleep.
Yet I hold on to my sizzling ego, set fire to the lying tarot.
Each night I make the grave mistake of standing in your shadow.
Can’t turn away, can’t think of a place that I’d rather be.
I’m twisting and turning, counting all the lost sheep.
But it wasn’t a surprise when you forgot, it was long expected.
I was born to be mistaken for a woman who can be neglected.
Should’ve built dream chateaus,
But now I’m polishing your gusto.
Yet I hold on to my sizzling ego, set fire to the lying tarot.
Each night I make the grave mistake of standing in your shadow.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 