“all i am to do now

is sigh and feel gratitude

for the fake niceties and polite grief

as you drool onto eulogies about a girl you never really understood

and i still feel like the black sheep of the family

even after slitting my wrists”

These lines, it just gave me goosebumps, I swear, it did. It hit me so hard because that is what the truth is. The show of niceties and politeness people perform after the play is over not when it was needed.

Thank you so much for writing it. You write magic, your poems are real magic and you are always the magician of it. Loveeee youuu <3 😭😭😭😭🫶🏼🥹🫂🫵🏼💓🦋