White Flag

the moment i called truce on the war against myself the minute i waved my white flag and collected all of myself walking to my throne
the first time i was okay with walking away without giving you the grace of my words
the next time i was okay with sitting, walking, roaming by myself. because to you i was alone, but you must know, she never reigned alone. she just no longer cared about those who never had a chance of even smelling the scent of her crown. so dare to fear her, or watch as she carries the flowers of your relevance to the cemetery of her heart, because you could never bare the grounds of her mind.