i know what you're going to say but please just don't because i really don't want to hear it. i'm not sick, i'm not. i'm fine. i'm fine. i'm fine. i'm fine until i am not and that's okay because i'd rather have every breath i take spontaneously combust in my lungs and turn my bloodied tissue into ash than feel your fingertips dip into the fissures of my fractured soul.
you did not break me with your poisoned love. i broke me. i broke me like how a child breaks a doll except with me there's more of a finality to it
i used to be a goddess clothed in the skin of a human girl in a time when i did not allow myself to be defined by you
so maybe in hindsight you were the crack that shattered the mountain but nevertheless i am not the deity i was before
i cast myself out of heaven for your sake but you merely sawed off my wings and traded in my feathers for gold