Guess I wasn’t supposed to have an outlet
To write…
No where to light a fire once the lust for words
Compelled..
Not even a walk into the prison courtyard
Without being asked
‘Who is this? Who is she?’
Caged butterfly of insecurities
Drunk tigers what we became
Now we’re just deleted pictures
With nothing to show
Like we never existed
And all of our memories are 4 layers down
At the landfill
Where they belong….