porcelain conceit
i don’t breathe for you
i don’t owe you a smile
i won’t bear the weight of your ego on my
frail shoulders i won’t
grit my teeth and hold my
tongue when you speak over me
i won’t.
your comfort isn’t my responsibility.
come here, darlin’ let me
see that pretty face;
give me a smile, let me see it come here,
come here, come.
i’m your babe when i conform and a bitch when i don’t?
i’m your honey when i’m sweet but you can’t handle the sting?
i’ll make your bones snap at the shrill
delicate arrogance, you’ll choke at the hands of my voice
fragile esteem, i’m far beyond sympathy for you.














