your hand was on my neck
and suddenly I was a girl again
*
a woman told me that she’d rip my fucking face off
and I was working
I was working
her finger in my face
*
they roam through the world in their full pockets
owning everything behind the scenes
it’s really not that subtle
and cowards whisper I’m not sure
I’m not sure
I’m not sure
*
women looking for flats in Berlin
men offering that they could save on rent
in exchange for sex
*
I have seen the limits of your friendship
*
it’s not a good sign
if you dread someone’s presence
*
it’s incredible what people choose to endure
and consolidate within themselves
amass and weigh down
instead of confronting malefactors
*
people, first and foremost, choose to become
their own cemetery before disrupting their comfort zones
*
self-advertise and advertise
but they don’t have a voice without a phone
*
your words sound good
but they aren’t good
I can hear your malevolence through my stomach
*
I’ve seen what certain people are capable of
when they are called out for their wrongdoings
how they master the art of self-victimisation
and put up a good show too seductive to disbelieve
lies always gather the most engaging audiences
because they are easier to comprehend
*
I poured my heart into a black hole
and she weaponised my own trauma against me
*
I don’t want to hear that you’re a good person
I need to feel it
e v e r y w h e r e
and trust me, you’ve made yourself known.
Croque-Melpomene 