You were the brightest of mornings, the darkest of secrets
You made my heart glow like lava, but end in ashes flaking off what was left of my semi whole body
You melted me down, spun my life around
Decided I wasn't broken enough for you, then left me to mold back into the dream
Built from my burnt mind and smothered soul
I continue to exist as the false icon you made me,
They love me on Instagram because I'm not the norm, I am far from it
I am used charcoal with a sense of distress, just waiting to be used again.