Sparks To Ashes

She had a thing for internet personas and overly kind comments

She spoke in riddles and code but you always knew what she meant

On good days she was the result of wishful thinking and daydreams

On bad days she hid everything you loved about her by any and every means

I’ve felt the luck of her good and suffered the curse of her bad

I’ve gone from thanking God I met her to wishing I never had

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