Over Now

A Poem by Alexandra

The mania begins

The knife slightly pierced my skin
To think I would’ve died for someone as minimal as you
Stephanie gives me the five reasons
I hear them everywhere I go
Maybe you will find someone better
But, no one would ever give you what I have given
F**k the best
When you weren’t even that
I find the truth day by day in the smallest signs
The remainder of your clothes got burned
Too bad you didn’t realize it yet
I prayed that you’ll never make it
The album was nothing but my own doing
My poetry lines infused in lyrical work
Combine that with my sinful ways so you could produce music for your meager ears
Album cover with a picture of my body
No consent, just driven by your own selfish desires
How boring to know that you’re selling an album that isn’t going to make it
But, it’s a nice show you’re putting on
Im just the least entertained.