“Wings Folded, Eyes Open”
Hold my words of surrender over my head like a halo, I returned them to sender with all your pitch blackmail,
I don’t forgive the feathers you plucked, it never even kept you warm enough,
Despite my forgiveness you never held back, and then it was me who finally snapped,
Now that you’ve gone,
I’m no better off,
Curse my mailable skin, as it takes your shape, and hurts me further as I aide.
-e. bored sick