Prada Receipts

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Bag so heavy, heart so light.

Gold dust on the windows, everything's gilded,
He taps his Amex once, no need to repeat it.
Birkin in rose quartz, soft as a whisper,
I smile for the salesgirl like I’m really worth this.
He chooses the stitching, the clasp, the shade of tan,
I play the part well — silent, chic, and in hand.
We pass the elevator, mirrors on every side,
I wonder if I’d recognize me if I tried.

Cash for the staff, he laughs in Arabic,
They bow like we’re royalty, some fairy tale fiction.
I pose by the fountain, petals in the mist,
A perfect damn picture — but what’s in the script?

Bag so heavy, heart so light,
Walking on marble in someone else’s life.
Prada receipts burning in my coat,
Proof of a moment I can’t float from.
Bag so heavy, heart so light,
Smiling through static, through wrong-feeling right.
Every gift’s a secret I hide in plain sight —
Bag so heavy, heart so light.

Chanel tweed jacket, tailored to his taste,
Not mine — I wear doubt like an underlayer beneath lace.
He buys me a watch, says 'you’re now on my time,'
I wind it slow, pretend it feels like mine.
We toast with pink champagne on the rooftop terrace,
Skyline on fire, but my joy’s surface.
I laugh at his jokes, though they cut like a knife,
This life’s a high note I can’t quite stay alive.

He texts his driver, 'bring the Maybach around,'
I trace the receipt edge, my name not even found.
Just 'gift for guest' — no identity,
Just luxury confetti masking the pity.

Bag so heavy, heart so light,
Walking on marble in someone else’s life.
Prada receipts burning in my coat,
Proof of a moment I can’t float from.
Bag so heavy, heart so light,
Smiling through static, through wrong-feeling right.
Every gift’s a secret I hide in plain sight —
Bag so heavy, heart so light.

I used to write songs in my bedroom light,
Now I’m a line in his spreadsheet tonight.
I used to dream small — just a stage, just a voice,
Now I’m a girl with a price and a choice...
Do I stay in the glow, let the guilt be polite?
Or walk through the storm back to my own damn life?

Bag so heavy, heart so light,
Walking on marble in someone else’s life.
Prada receipts — I memorized all the dates.
Every tag, every thread, every 'I’m yours' that I faked.
Bag so heavy, heart so light,
Smiling through static, through wrong-feeling right.
I still wear the shoes... but I’m learning to fight.
Bag so heavy —
heart so light.

...heart so light.