Magic Trick

Break ups change me

Break my heart, watch me change my mask.
I don’t know what she looks like.

We’ve never met.
But she’s a magic trick,

a side-effect from past
relationships.

A package, a survival kit.
A hardcore bitch.

And she doesn’t give a shit

about your feelings
your hopes, your dreams,

your goals—targets
for her sling shot wit and quips.

She’ll miss you on purpose—your life will
explode, and she’ll twist her stiletto

—erase your fingerprints.
whiteout your history on my skin

a stone cold wall,
try and break her confidence,

break my heart,
watch me change my mask

If I let you try.