Queen

Dear Reader,

I’m not really sure what this poem is. I’d forgotten it even existed until I was going through my journal.

i may be a queen

but i was a princess first

cracking friendships

being crushed by crushes

romanticizing death

learning the peoples’ dance

how to be pretty and proper

teaching myself sarcasm

fearing blades and my brain

tripping over my feet

breaking cold sweats

screaming, crying, panicking

i may be a queen

but i had to steal back my crown

Repetition is key.

Love, Magic