Day: Jun 8, 2022

I fell for your tricks because they kept away my ghouls.

Little did I know – you would never show me yours.

My red mascara dripped on the beige kitchen floor.

I told you my truth, but you just called me a tool.

You made me indecisive in the worst situations,

I healed you like a wound, treated you like a patient.

My survival instinct must have been on a vacation

Because when I look back, I no longer have the patience.

I fell for your charms because I was too proud to lie,

And I granted others wishes and a dozen second tries.

But I am starting to remember how to not want to die.

Love, now I know better – bravery is a reprise.

-Jackie