Month: May 2022

Good things never come from fragile egos and weak backbones.

God, I look back and wish that I could rule this kingdom alone.

They charmed me with their split tongues, made me into a zero.

Now my palace burns with hateful chants and self-proclaimed heroes.

I wish I knew how to make it right, but all I seem to do is break things.

My teeth have bitten way too many skins for me to boost ratings,

And they know that once the world finds out I will be just a wreck.

Good things never come out of people that capitalize on regret.

-Jackie

My feet tend to take me to peculiar places,

They never once take me back home.

And my friends ask me to slow my pace,

So, I always have to walk alone.

My feet take me down to dark castles,

They stomp on ancient graves.

People always treat me like I do not matter,

So, I only have myself to save.

My feet walk through mud and clear water,

They get cut open on rocks.

I wish I could finally call my father,

But he has my number blocked.

My feet tend to take me to scary towns,

They take me where I belong.

The locals think I am a circus clown,

And, honey, they are not wrong.

-Jackie

You swept me off my feet like flood tends to do with towns,

Then you kept me under the water, hoping I would drown.

Baby, I am not your demon to burn or tear into pieces.

You can tell god whatever you please, save your reasons.

You think I do not notice the purple wounds that you leave,

You think I do not hear how you curse when I sleep.

Still, I have heard every syllable, felt every single punch,

But you are convinced you have long killed my raging hunch.

Do not doubt for even one second – I will shoot to kill.

I will scrape you off my brain, slay you with white pills,

And your pouring rain will form rainbows under my sun.

Yes, you swept me off my feet, but you never held the gun.

-Jackie

I hope you dread the hour witches come back to haunt you,

Spinning through your room, screaming that they all warned you.

Some tongues will come loose, and your thin hair will grow greyer.

I could have saved you this circus if you ever spared a prayer.

You promised to erase me, then shuffle the blank pages,

Get me down on my knees in front of your jokers and your sages.

I hope you dread the hour these witches come back to life,

Shooting through your lies, smoothing you over with their knives.

-Jackie

I know you’re annoyed because I love myself more than you.

I feel you twisting under my skin, but you don’t have a clue.

My bones burn in agony, my face flushes like a hundred suns.

How foolish of you to presume that someone like me

Could ever fall for “the one”.

Men have tried to crawl into my ears and eyes for years,

But as soon as the taste hits my tongue, it all disappears.

My irises blossom like forests, my heart smells like flowers.

How silly of you to expect that someone like me

Could ever be easily devoured.

-Jackie

The more I try to stop air from destroying my throat,

The more it twists its knife and breaks me like an oath.

The more I try to stop time from killing my senses,

The more it slips away from me and drops the chances.

I beg it to freeze, then I put fire to its dirty feet,

But I get nothing in return, I just watch it twist and bleed.

Yes, maybe I am sinister for wanting to stay alive,

Maybe I should get used to this, just smile and abide.

Still, I see kings laughing on serpentine thrones

While I grow weaker and run these kingdoms alone.

I am far too tortured to cling on to feelings like fear.

There is no fairness in war, at least that is what I hear.

-Jackie