Why Would I Need You When I Can Satisfy Myself?

❝WHY WOULD I NEED YOU WHEN I CAN SATISFY MYSELF?❞

I have spread scandalous poetries as I played myself, moaning and screaming breathless curses of lies beautified by the pleasure from each lingering stroke I feel.

I was a sinner for watching you whisper words full of pretentious metaphors against her ears whilst I let my hands wander around my shameless body, caressing each insecurity from the scars of my past that dwelled in my present, that for sure she never had— the reason why she was your subject, not me— touching the sensitive parts of myself, sending electrifying pleasure down to my core, imagining how could I be this poetic without any other man's help.

Right. Why would I beg for someone to make me his subject when I am poetry itself?

Because I am already a queen with or without you, so don't tell me to weep over your foolish disappearance.

                “What a lame excuse to  
                 escape the waves of
                 blue, shaking our knees
                 to kneel and say no.”

Darling, I am a queen without a crown and I am graceful even without wearing a fancy gown. So listen to me as I whisper these elegant curses against your ear;

¹ May you be damned for thinking I would shed a single tear for leaving me;

² May you be condemned to hell for assuming you tore me away from my throne when you chose to break my heart, and;

³ I hope you are now aware that you chose to play with the wrong woman, because my rules as the Highness is also to stab you with sharp blades from my words that'll surely make you bleed like a dying man.

This is my power, and I reign not to cower away from boys who give a bouquet of flowery words that are full of sweetened lies hidden behind the beauty of those red roses. Summer can go f*** itself. Your warmth aren't genuine and instead of comforting my cold soul, it irritatingly burns me like an angry fire wanting to consume the whole forest.

No. I don't need you.

I was already a queen before I met you and I will still be even after you walked away from this make-believe we dreamed turning into reality together.

Fuck you, my never-was knight in shining armor. I managed to bring out the beauty in me, with insecurities and scars, and I can create the better version of myself— darling, without you— embracing them in one last moan.

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