Harleen Quinn
You want to know how I got these scars?
Puddin’- he threw me into acid, but I would have turned myself into a puddle so he could stay hydrated.
Puddin' taught me the art of card playing
the violence you can hold in your hands-
clubs
spades
aces
hearts.
Red blood
black bruises.
Maybe we weren’t perfectly suited for each other, but his hands dealt me a new identity-
from doctor Harleen Quinzel to partner Harley Quinn.
You all yell I'm selling myself short
but upgrades cost.
You don’t know Mr. J like I do.
You don’t love Mr. J like I do.
My hair dyed two different colors because I’m torn between my brain and my heart.
Mind over matter, but he’s the only thing that matters to me.
It took too long to realize toxins drip green and purple.
That Mr. J's smile oozed venom.
I’ve always been a sidekick away from him.
To him, Our entire relationship is a joke.
I am the punchline.
Each fight- the buildup,
his cackle rings in my ears like a personalized laugh track.
Maybe I’m meant to fall in love with broken people.
He is not my dark knight, but I can’t seem to leave him.
I can’t let go of the one who keeps abusing me.
But I’m tired of being angry
of being violent
of being him.
The best thing he taught me is there are multiple ways to live.
Doctor Harleen Quinzel.
Sidekick Harley Quinn.
I took my jobs too serious.
Where does a therapist go when they need help?
