the goddess of irony 

drowns the city with her laughter

 

then she offers assistance

after every disaster

 

you tell her you're leaving

she says, "not so soon."

 

she's busy using your heart

to clean up her room

 

you swear you'll miss her 

this she doesn't believe

 

you hide those pictures of her sister 

in the folder on your screen

 

everyone carries her egg

within the egg is a lie

 

you find out too late

it’s not what it takes to survive