God Complex

I sing to the ceiling as you whisper my surname,

Insisting that we were better off playing your games.

You swear to god but your words are way too heavy,

They fall down to hell, the very place that you met me.

You tell me all about my shortcomings and messes,

But I sing to the ceiling in my turquoise sundress.

I watch as you throw out my clothes and my candles.

That is what you do now, leave lives in shambles.

Still, it is always me who causes these scenes.

Love is never good enough unless it rots and bleeds.

I wait until you sit down to throw me mean glances.

Baby, your god complex will have consequences.

-Jackie