Look at me
body splayed
edges frayed
nerves shot
broken girl
in utter dismay

where's my parade?
my band of trumpets
my banners and balloons
my celebration of me
instead all that i am
is totally strewn

the tarot cards fall
before me
i am the hanged man
powerless,
sacrificed,
tested,
Face against the sky.
nothing left to do
but let out
my painful cries

it was supposed to be
different
marching to my own
drummer
to the rhythm of
my own beat
but I lost it all
when she left
all I can do now is
admit defeat.