Christened

Remind me, friend, what was it that you whispered?

What was it that you said when our hatred got christened?

You called me a truth spinner, a spinster, a sinner,

A cheaper copy of your dreams who skips her dinner.

Remind me, friend, how much did I weigh you down?

Was it you who got perished from this old town?

You called me a traitor, a tailor of rigged fairytales,

A green-eyed snake with three thorns in its tail.

So, remind me, friend, why does my voice matter?

Why does it gain worth when your hopes get shattered?

You called me a saint who is too vain to pray,

A haunted soul being hunted by its own prey.

Now you call me every evening, you call me a friend.

I am still in pieces, but you want to make amends.

Go and find your closure in someone else’s head.

Trust is the one thing I do not raise from the dead.

-Jackie