for all i feel
there is still one thing i mean to do
when i
look You in the eye
at last
i must thank You
not for Your so-called classes
the love You never had
all the books i just barely
refined my magic with
while hungering for
more
and all the
secrets
You never shared
in the end
when i was still Yours
at twelve years old
all i knew was what mattered
because You made it so
that when i looked in the mirror
i saw
all that was You
burned into me
more than anything else
and i still do
all i know
is that Worship trumps love
Lies are always kinder
Power is best unshared
to be Queen in
everything but name
to surround Yourself with underlings
so that the top will never be lonely
to cement my life
with Secrets
that wall off
where feelings
would
be
these are all the things
You really taught me
no matter
every way You deny it
i am made in Your image
with nothing
else
left