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i thought you deserved her

i thought maybe

this thing that is life had made you just a little less than perfect

but one that somehow fit hers

i was fucking wrong

in the land of snow and wicked kings

you lay here begging

you have the whole fucking world ahead of you

you don’t get to

carry something in your pocket

and then when it leaves

regret every step you’ve ever taken

and yes it might be cold

but the ground still shimmers

and everything she is

should get to enjoy it too

you are a tree of choices

with cracking branches breaking down

but revenge is best served with I want to be you

so I pull you from the empire

(you stood up from the throne

all by yourself)

and I will take it I will

spill your blood in the streets I will

take your crown

for a minute there you gave me

all the pretty words

sat up there with

puzzle piece edges

glinting off the ground

and I wished I could

pull off those corners

slip into them like

I’m the princess

for a minute there you had me

pretending you and your crown were a part I should play

I will not write that person

into the beggar in front of me

I do not need your edges

because I am that fucking world’s queen