You said this breakup was just a hiccough
But we both knew you would not see this through.
Your nail traced my scar, reviving my wound.
I tried to scream but could not make a sound.
The thought of your absence etched in my mind,
Ethereal tonight like the waning wind.
Those butterflies believing your sick lies
Died in my gut drowning in muffled cries.
Why did you make me fall in love with genies?