"no champagne,
all problems", huh?

makeup couldn't hide
that ugly personality
and callow disposition

all crop tops, glitter dresses,
ripped jeans, white vans
sate your vanity through
instagram platitudes
and stepping on others

xoxo, you played scalpel tic-tac-toe
on his unbroken heart
oh but the next game, my dear, the next game?
will be on my time
with pieces of your body
being the ****** betting chips

unsurprising that manipulating someone
made you feel better about your worthless
manic pixie dream girl self

skinny jeans aren't skinny enough
to fix your bulimic soul
you've walked the tightrope far too long
my glittered sequined circus star
and when you fall
(and you ******* will),
this crowd will afford you no sympathy
only laughter and a sarcastic spotlight
on your mascara pity party

i hope you get an eating disorder.