If you’re tired of life—
you’re going the wrong direction.

You,
Them in the back,
and
Society
WRONG.

I’ve
got a
pleasant
knife
sticking
out my
back.

A chip, a chance
Same deck of cards
Bet.
All in with a poker face
I saw through you
Now you lost me
You didn’t even have me at all
You got it all twisted from the start
Thinking I’d fall for your game
Pulling the same exact card on everyone
But I’m not just anyone—
I’m someone—
Who couldn’t and wouldn’t be played the Joker.
I’m a Queen waiting for my King.

You didn’t give me anything that wasn’t mine before
I am no wrongdoer, just like you’re not righteous
To sleuth to snoop—
You’re doing too much.
Kicked you to the curb,
No hard feelings.
You just put me in a bad mood.

Do not crave me for the petals bloomed around into a beautiful bright red spread.
Do not crave me for the leaves decorated around my body in a dance with the light breeze.
Crave me for the thorns around every part of me for that is where my truth lies, where all of me is real and vulnerable.