What did you expect of me?
Come on; it’s not like you had
a fucking clue what to do.
The hatred for my own skin
sunk me below my self-esteem,
contemplating what it’d be like
to breathe underwater.
But then I’d miss my birthday,
and I loved the cake and the fake friends
who gave me presents I couldn’t afford.
I struck a crush against her name,
lit by lightning, hiding the narcissist that lurked within
my thoughts of her as ashes intermingled from forest fires.
I wish we had never struck up a conversation
or sparked a flame that burned our names together forever.

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