why is it that
the happiest of moments

you haunt me
you’re a ghost
of the past I left behind
I see you in different places
I get a chill when you’re nearby
please
just die

And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers

Miss Socialite , queen of the night, a beautiful sight

perfect aesthetic, never pathetic, always poetic

smiles through the pain, never lets it rain, a small poke of the vein

sweet princess of punk, magic or junk, always gives her *****

Dressed in all red, found in a bed, so tragically dead