i wait for you to be better

softer, like i know you can be

kindness slips through the cracks

but right when i see,

you stuff it back in like it was a dream

you wait for me to be worse

slip up, even the playing field you cursed

but i never sharpen my words

even when it’s deserved

in a few months, or years

when the last straw breaks my heart

i’ll break the sound barrier

and you’ll think you’ve caught me

“i know i was mean. i did it on purpose. i’m sorry, i had to. you deserved it”

i won’t be sorry then.

checkmate, good fucking mind game.

 

-your friend, Lily