Tragic to Magic

You stroll in like déjà vu. Same tired script, same shade of

blue. You claim you changed, I say "me too,"

but mine's a glow-up, yours fell through. You cracked my heart then wondered

why my silence hit like a goodbye. Not fragile, just done with

alibis and men who think I'll still comply. You want tears?

That's almost sweet, but I don't fold, I remix defeat. Call it tragic,

call it art, I frame my scars in neon hearts. I turn tragic

into magic with a smile so sweet. Blue like oceans but I never