Your words are broken
Your voice is shaking
You don’t have to tell them
The tears when they were written
The battles that you won and with every time you hope there’s a better one
A one where you actually won
Defeated without scars
I don’t wanna win if I won like that
The consequences,
I see the sky not blue but black
I’ll take breaking bones and bullet holes
People that you love always leave you alone and that hurts more
Falling down to a bed full of poetry
I’d rather die alone than live with my enemies
So you can leave me alone; I have my goodbye poetry
So the battles that you won have nothing to do with your victory
Fighting them was the real remedy
You are the masterpiece, if the world was ever a gallery.