She was poison
Disguised as passion
A buzzard
Who sees
A hummingbird
When she looks in the mirror
And her favorite thing to do
Is to look in her mirror
She’s got a finger
That points to everyone else
And eyes
That get big
As if she sees monsters in all of us
She writes poetry now
And I know that it’s about me
She’s attempting to flip my script
Well, Doll, this is what I do
But rarely am I the muse
And honestly
It’s pretty cool
Even if she does see me as a villain now
It’s still super neat
To have someone who you don’t give a single shit about
Write about you
Now I know how she probably felt for years
How cool.
CH 1/19/24