im so much better than youuuu
Im a ten your a twoooo
Im a queen your a fool
Im a throne your a stool
Youll never be this coool Wooooah
You wish you were meeeeeee
YEAH YOU WISH YOU WERE ME

Power Outage

Iberia to Siberia
Spaniards think
it’s end of world.

End of bullfights
if you turn lights
back on Francis.

I wonder what you see
when you look at me.
Do you see the real me
                  or
the me you want me to be?

She was 12 when everything changed.
The man—
he has no name.

If I could go back,
I’d say:
you don’t get to treat me this way.

Behind the words
were fear and dread.
I walked on eggshells,
quietly,
carefully,
around you.

Watching
with timid eyes,
I should have known—
you weren’t to be trusted.

But I was only 12.

A touch on the thigh.
A touch on the neck.

You would think
these were wanted.
You would think
this was affection.

But the touch came from
a person of trust.
A supposed person of trust.

A hand on my shoulder.
A gaze down my legs.

Why would you think
this would happen instead

The push off the thigh.
The squirm from the neck.
The hiding of legs
from the touch
of your stare.

You would think
this was a stranger.

But this wasn’t a stranger.

This was a man
that I called
Dad.

i feel that i learn a lot with you,
but you don’t learn anything with me.
am i so boring?
am i so unintelligent?
am i so introverted?
am i so exhausting?
am i so dumb?

Is this what it is,
strange... As I move
A broken feeling
Fears,
Real love like you