⋆。‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧。⋆ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 (pt. 2)
when i found you, you were young, wayward, lost in the cold.
i pulled up to you in the jag, turned your rags into gold.
the winding road led to the chateau.
you remind me of a younger me
i’ll be your father figure.
i drink that brown liquor.
i can make deals with the devil because my dick’s bigger.
this love is pure profit.
just step into my office.
i dry your tears with my sleeve.
i pay the check before it kisses the mahogany grain.
they want to see you rise, but they don’t want you to reign.
i showed you all the tricks of the trade.
all i asked for was your loyalty.
they’ll know your name in the streets.
they don’t make loyalty like they used to.
your thoughtless ambition sparked the ignition on foolish decisions, which led to misguided visions.
the belief that to fulfill your dreams, you had to get rid of me.
i was your father figure.
we drank that brown liquor.
you made a deal with this devil; turns out my dick’s bigger.
you want a fight? you found it.
i’ve got the place surrounded.
you’ll be sleeping with the fishes before you know you’re drowning.
whose portrait’s on the mantel?
who covered up your scandals?
mistake my kindness for weakness and find your card cancelled.
you pulled the wrong trigger.
this empire belongs to me.
everybody’s so punk on the internet. everyone’s unbothered until they’re not.
every joke’s just trolling and memes
sad as it seems, apathy is hot.
everybody’s cutthroat in the comments.
every single hot take is cold as ice.
when you found me, i said i was busy.
i have been afflicted by a terminal uniqueness.
i’ve been dying just from trying to seem cool.
but i’m not a bad bitch, and this isn’t savage.
i’m never gonna let you down.
i’m never gonna leave you out.
so many traitors, smooth operators, but i’m never gonna break that vow.
i’m never gonna leave you now.
the last time i laughed this hard was on the trampoline in somebody’s backyard.
i must’ve been about eight or nine.
that was the night i fell off and broke my arm.
pretty soon, i learned cautious discretion.
when i said i don’t believe in marriage, that was a lie.
every eldest daughter was the first lamb to the slaughter.
things i said were dumb because i thought that i’d never find that beautiful life that shimmers that innocent light back
every youngest child felt they were raised up in the wild.
glistening grass from september rain.
a gray overpass full of neon names.
you drive, eighty-five, down gallatin road and past the lakeside beach.
watching the game from your brother’s jeep, your smile miles wide.
it was not an invitation.
i should’ve kissed you anyway.
it was not convenient, no.
your girlfriend was away.
shiny wood floors underneath my feet.
a disco ball makes everything look cheap.
a wilted corsage dangles from my wrist.
over his shoulder, i catch a glimpse and see you looking at me.
as the 50 cent song played, i should’ve kissed you anyway.
it would’ve been the best mistake.
don’t make it awkward in second period.
it might piss your ex off.
staying friends is safe, but that doesn’t mean you should.
when i left school, i lost track of you.
[name] called me with the bad news.
i flew home anyway, with so much left to say.
i whispered at the grave, “should’ve kissed you anyway.”
my advice is to always ruin the friendship. better that than regret it for all time.