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I might feel frightened to fade away before you even notice,

But my bones are too heavy to try and seek out solace.

This bridge that I haunt has seen my sour tears many times.

A decade wasted on trying to outrun sharpened knives.

My chest burns for a fantasy that is just out of my reach.

The crowds have gathered, they are glued to the velvet seats.

Will I really fall this time, or will I have my last hurrah?

The destiny holds heavy axes, ready for me to call a draw.

They say that time heals all, but my clocks have been frozen.

Why do I have to pay the price for scars I have not chosen?

The tomorrow stares at me blankly, like an impartial judge,

And I am frightened to burn out feeling like a drudge.

-Jackie

Before you turn me into your final fantasy,

Blink twice and read the pulsating warnings.

Before you say you’ve seen the last of me,

Kneel and swear you will kill all your darlings.

I do not twist rumors around my teeth.

Crude people do not need my help with lying.

Say my name three times as you struggle to breathe,

Say my name until you cannot deny it.

No one tricked you into assigning me sainthood.

Your cries are as empty as my silent chest.

Before you beg your sins off like a traitor would,

Lay down your crown on my hornets’ nest.

-Jackie

Admit that you’re frightened, and I’ll spill your cruel fate.

The rules are simple – I’m the sage and you’re the bate.

The sinking feeling in your belly is the lack of dopamine,

And nobody you’ve loved has ever made you feel seen.

You’ve been yourself for ages, why don’t you change it up?

Clear intentions alone will never fill your leaking cup.

I know about the cards that you were given at the start.

If you hide your pain well, they’ll call your play smart.

But don’t you even bother to pinpoint my sources.

You think that the devil is the worst of all forces,

And I can tell you that you’re right or I can ruin beliefs.

I’m here for your misfortunes,

I’m here for your misdeeds.

-Jackie

I have been thinking a lot about unrequited love,

And your silhouette tells me I have willed it into existence.

My weapons have long surrendered to your power.

If you make a run for it now, you won’t face any resistance.

Every tiniest road I have walked knows my coldness.

This warmth flowing through me alienates me from my past.

You tell me it’s for the best, and you must leave,

But for the very first time I want to make a tragedy last.

I have been daydreaming about eternal nights,

And somehow your sadness writes its name in the sky.

This is my foolish lullaby, my gamble for a hope.

If you hold me again, we might get it right on the second try.

-Jackie