I am a living work of art; a god damn masterpiece.
My lips taste of the sweetest honey and my smile could cure death itself,
I no longer need any validation from you, my inner goddess does that on her own.
I don't need the long late night phone calls, or the half hearted jokes,
I refuse to be the shame that you tuck inside your lungs to feel alive.
I am so much more than you could ever dream of having, and I am not for you.
You could never begin to even fathom controlling me, let alone loving a being like me.
I was not made for you or anyone else, I will never be that hidden shame again.
I will burn from the inside out of what is left of your soul,
And make you regret ever hiding me away in the first place.
I refuse to be the hidden prize that you tuck away until your lover goes to bed,
I will never be loved in secret again, because I am too god damn special.
I am a fucking masterpiece.