Glitter Don’t Make You Good

you liked my grief like it fed your mood
heartin’ my wounds like they tasted good
scrollin’ for depth you never earned
you spoke of healing, then watched it burn

you call me “buddy” like I’m some joke
soft voice sharp tone wrapped in smoke
sayin’ “trans” like it’s glittered gold
but you only want shine not the weight it holds

you pointed at her when the cracks began
but kept cashing love from the same old hand
you held on tight like pain was proof
and kept her close like grief was truth

you said “she owes me” like trauma’s rent
like pain’s a bill that still ain’t spent
you followed a map that never was yours
tied up the cracks and called them cures

you speak of truth but play a part
to dress up damage and hide the rage
you touch queer air but don’t breathe in
you skirt the dark then call it peace
you missed the sacred when you left the room
we hold each other like full-bloomed truth

you wear your hurt like a crown of glass
but never look inward never ask
who you’ve used who you’ve bruised
who you’ve pushed and excused

glitter don’t make you good
don’t cleanse the rot don’t mean you should
play saint in sequins soft and cruel
love ain’t performance and I’m no fool

so keep your likes your coded posts
your name-dropped queers your haunted ghosts
you don’t get me not even a bit
this is closure, I’ve left what you wrote