Trophy X

A Midas touch that makes you flushed and swollen

A motivated man to make the earth feel small

Captured under bars that aren't too hard to swallow

You still praying to the patron saint of Adderall

You said you wished that you were nobody's mother

You said a union served to show you what you lacked

You said that I deserved more than a litany of sorries

Then apologized and jerked the dagger from my back

I get why

Beneath the crushing heaviness of dereliction

A vanished blush and beauty leaves a soul bereft