two can play at this game- a mantra he carries with him.
you kick me i’ll kick you back. harder.
bite me slowly. till blood’s been drawn.
make this hurt more than it needs to.
they were vulnerable. but the heart was only worn on the edge of the sleeve.
whilst i hid mine deep within me.
he knows he’s good at this game of hide and seek.
i’m denying the mess i’ve gotten into.
far too deep within my own thorny maze.
the cuts and scratches keep me company.
i see the thorns and build myself a crown. a throne. a paradise.
he admires himself in your stained glass windows.
i fight at the path with my bare hands.
i leave a trail of glorious betrayal behind me.
hilary kwan 