queenspiration:

I’ve been keeping this song to myself for some time now but I think I’m ready to share.

(TW for references to rape)

APPLES

Regret is a terrible thing to waste your time on
but I cannot help but to write and re-write my tragedy and he
is sometimes the hero, sometimes the coward, and sometimes the villain

And one night, peeling apples at the kitchen sink
he told me “I don’t ever want to be in a casket”
So, we should spread his ashes in the sea so that he
can properly dissipate and disappear

and dissipate and disappear
and dissipate and disappear
and dissipate and disappear
I anticipate you’ll disappear

My thighs held firmly to the kitchen counter he
dissipated and then disappeared soon after and by
way of his unwashed hands
for days left my thighs to smell of apples

Regret is a terrible thing to waste your time on
but I cannot help but to write and re-write my tragedy and he
is sometimes the hero, sometimes the coward, and sometimes the villain

“Oh don’t waste your time!” He’d say “Oh pretty baby,
Oh pretty baby, don’t waste your time
Oh pretty baby, don’t waste your time
Oh pretty baby, on these silly things…”