mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the biggest fuckboi of them all?

Tegan Barbara

Jul 10, 2024 — 1 min read

The sun and her flowers by Rupi Kaur

Do you really think I don't know how you see me?

It's reflected in your searching eyes.

You fell for the performance

the masquerade.

I despise the box you've forced me into.

The stunningly retched.

The opinionated modern whore who'd be more attractive if she'd just shut her pretty little mouth

open her legs.

She's fun. She's a momentary fix for your insatiable hunger.

Didn't I tell you?

I'll never be a placeholder for an insecure man.

-She’s burning

Have you ever?

Have you ever Crashed into someone heart first Converged ? A collision of violent ecstasy, heart pumping bones shattering teeth reduced to shards. The voices in the backseat never cease pleading: BRAKE! Only accelerating comes naturally. - She’s Burning

but mum you said you were ‘friends’

Every now and then he points out the red bull cans stacked high atop the grocery store shelf. His bright eyes stare into mine as he asks: “Is it true, does redbull really give you wings?” Perhaps he thinks once yours grow, you’ll fly straight over? We didn’t

because joy is sweeter than they ever were

So, you lick the wound this one last time. Like a discarded snack plate going to waste at that party you wish you'd left sooner. It tastes bitter. Unpalatable. It ceased nourishing you forever ago. You've been gorging on their leftovers, on your salty sadness. But

The quiet cruelty of indifference

You say you love me. You just need time. Your indifference paints an uglier portrait. Something busted a deceptive mess. Do you want me? No. Your silence howls 'I DON’T WANT YOU BACK’. And I would have settled for a whisper. -She's Burning

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Have you ever?

but mum you said you were ‘friends’

because joy is sweeter than they ever were

The quiet cruelty of indifference