This time, last year

I sold my soul…

…apparently despair is a greater instigator

Of my creative repertoire…

…To grow together

Once you’ve completed

Growing apart.

…You’re not falling in love

You’re finding them hot…

…Life’s bites can give you chills sometimes

And sometimes its teeth are knives…

I’m excited to have these loves now a part of my history

How gloriously tragic they all had to be…

I fear that I manifested my madness

Through writing my stories…

…It’s not my pure self,

Though I do enjoy the chaos,…

…If you ever wonder why someone can’t just get over it

It’s because their insides have third degree burns…

…You already know that it hurt.

You don’t need to stay there…

I don’t do anything gently.

Everything in life I let ignite and destroy me…

I once thought love wasn’t real if it was unreciprocated

but this pain that I’m stuck with is like grieving…

…The injuries of loving

May have bruised my spirit too…

…In order to prove the worth of living For Her

I need to prove it to myself first…

…I hate that even my writing these

Is an attempt at self sabotaging…

…I love me first, now that I found myself.

I had to or I’d be dead now…

…I’ve used you too, to excuse self destruction,

and that’s the truth that’s sustained us…

…You took my choice with the game that you made.

I wasn’t a player, so it made me insane…

…If living for me is all or nothing,

Then I will do all I can to save me.

…Because I don’t know how they think

I trust what I am given, So I can get what I seek.