Spray painted red mane
Duplication, imitation, mutant
I'm so glad you and your blades
Were and are no where
To be found
Because I look and process
Sharpness, myself
Maybe it wasn't your supposed
Softness, I needed
But your selfishness
Spoke volumes.

Here we are again,
My secret hell, surrounded by failed
Relationships, a glamourization
Of feminine tragedy, painted so beautifully
Wedding ring man, says he's 40 with a wife
I wish I could have duplicated myself
All around the room, and horrified
Horrified
Horrified you.

What is it about men
What is it about women
Fluidity but we excuse
"Genetic Behavior."

I would rather be a mutant.
I'm sure you close your eyes from time to time
Haunted by my smile, and lack of
Moon beam shine
I am best at leaving marks behind.

Releasing me from my bird cage
My finger tips and lips
Only breathe life into
Intricate, one of a kind art
As I look up at the sky
Recognize,
The sky is truly the limit.

It all makes sense now
I could never really see you
Standing next to me
Clouding me with pretty words
And your manipulative over bearing love
I don't know that you even know
What and who you are.

Dropping responsibility
I painted myself black and blue
Disappearing into the night sky
Metamorph queen, ******* moon beam
I was always all those things
I know your heart must ache.


I wish I hadn't gotten so caught up
So invested, my feet barely touching the ground
I stopped seeing everything around me

So I open my eyes wide
I find solace in my solitude once more
I breeze and waltz through opening doors
My phone buzzes and chimes less
No reason to stress
"He is out there"
They all say, and I believe them

I taste every moment.