& to the public I'm the new Drama Queen.

i.

I leave stretch marks under my eyes because it's weary enough to remember
not to speak my mind when you're looking my way. It’s a personal reminder I say,
voice down, soul tainted.


Tell me sweetheart, does breaking hearts in hopeless dreams leave you unwanted?
Or are you afraid enough to not complain of your thoughtless simulations?

The only difference between you & I, is the fact I speak up what you dare not say.


ii.
As we leave the scene with careful precaution, we proceed towards backstage performances, were argument is the least of our most favored talents
& where in the end of each dialogue,
dirty language is pronounced.

Yet corruption is never missed in out acts of despair, but for a while;
When rage seeps us within we seethe our end in each other’s fist,
Sometimes just for the heck of it.
But to misplace words unsaid in lover’s lips, is unforgivable my dear.

iii.
Congeniality has frozen in the tip of your tongue, kid.
Your predicament is absent for you speak without thought & unnecessarily.
I am conclusive of my aberration yet you portrait a minimal eloquence
Into a chaotic melodrama.

                        & you yet give me your throne, drama queen.

Why most I obey the conjured imagination you have conceived?
I am no fool beloved; I am no fool to be rejected publicly.
Yet I am conscious I do hyperbole life’s efficiency just a bit;
But I swear it’s always been out of sympathy.


Your punishment is null on the reach of my laughter;
But yet my anger defeats this barrier adding a new one twice stronger.
Silence is a weapon of two ends they say, but always leading to one beginning.
Rivalry.

Yet I confide that you shall once understand what I contently express,
For I despise drama & I am farther than closer to being it’s queen.
Before you speak of public enemies glare yourself on clones in glossy souvenirs;
Glare deeper friend,
              For you will find a pure image unlike to which you compare me so.


iv.

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You are no longer of worry for if this amount of hate comes from one simple thought
Then I dare not speak aloud no more what thoughts I portray.

I am unique my love, I do not share society’s belief;
My thoughts are equivalent yet not for your refusal denies its belief.
But as your own mind seeps in deeper it glares the aberration I’ve made true.
I am right, I have always been and I always will be.


Now tell me my sweet friend,
                        Who’s the drama queen now?