by Ilva Pieterse
I am not depressed
I’m just deflated
Out of style and over-dressed
At second-best, I’m overratedAn old birthday balloon
(Out of breath, somewhat bated)
I hum my jingles out of tune
One-hit-wonders soon outdatedLike a song without sound
Mourning a muted meltdown
I’m at…
Or the Lilith to my Eve, but.
Or the Lilith to my Eve, but.