November 12, 2018 malachilasit


Even when the sun goes down and the bottles spill over,

When all the smoke clears out and the party dies.

I stay awake, I run restlessly.

All my circles close up, all my cliques quiet down.

But I keep my heat, I keep my passion and my flavor.

The moths continue to flock towards the bright beacon, the dazzling radiance I keep perfumed on me reflects million dollar damages.

Emotional and painful damages.

The party dies when I leave, the crowd follows where I sleep.

Slow jamming to my dreams.

Praised like a queen, never needing self esteem.

I’m dazzling.

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