How many times did I need to die until you loved me
How many nights did I need to hide until you saw me
How many rivers did I need to cry until you heard me
Or better yet - how many tears did I need to dry for you to hold me
Your bold see, you left me a broken winged flamingo
Breaking pieces of me that were useless or fruitless
You’re ruthless -ness enslaved my freedom
Engulfing everything I personified
And I died and I died
And yet you still find the will to fill your ego with heroes who represented the  overrepresented who stole the freedom in my lungs, taking my breath away without consent and yet I spent my days and rains - thinking
How many times did I need to die until you loved me
How many nights did I need to hide until you saw me
How many rivers did I need to cry until you heard me
Or better yet - how many tears did I need to dry for you to hold me

~ Illusions