Pretty faces hid the

ugliest desires,

taking sides,

igniting virtual wars,

smearing futile drama

over this ink-blotted map

of a potential-packed platform;

the outside world conquered

the heavens that we built

as a sanctuary.

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J A W B R E A K E R S

This was no longer a haven;

it cracked open its disguises

like eggshells colliding the tiles

unveiling a pool of lava

that would commence

to bring an end to friendships

and even lives.

Why were you still convinced

that this was all

a sultry touch from paradise?

Escape your lair, see the sun,

experience the translations

of the unspoken mirth

of teenage parties in real life.

For whatever disasters

that could crash this entire city,

I would cut through

the jawbreakers,

the boulders,

and the thunderstorms;

I would fight my way up

to the peak of the mountain

and open up the curtains

for everyone to be blessed

with rays of truth.

Were delusions a part

of your cells?

Couldn't you see that

this was simply

an online reading platform?

Listen to me:

this place is not America;

you cannot make it great again.

👑 👑 👑

[ one of the girls that this

book is dedicated for, my

ex-crush, is a writer

on wattpad. back

in december, there were

hate accounts designed

to spark feuds between us.

this entire chapter is my

poetic view of what had

become of wattpad. ]