It’s not the best house but it’s definitely not the worst
And if you think I’m worthless well honey you’re not the first
And if you think I’m perfect well your bubble I’m here to burst
And if you blame obsession I know I’ve got the thirst

I may not be a diamond but I’m definitely not a curse
And if you’re wanting love well my heart left in a hearse
I might have said I loved you once or twice in verse
But if I stick around I’ll likely make it worse

© Delia Ross. 2020

Fallen Angel (self-portrait)
I know I don’t matter. You made that clear. I don’t base my worth on you or my sometimes mistakes. People grow, people change. At least, I do. You’re likely holding onto versions of me that no longer exist. I’ve said my sorries, I’ve made my peace.

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