This poem is an attack against your character.
I’m waging war with the demons that have made you disillusioned.
What you think is courage is cowardice disguised.
The pride that you hold so closely is what’s murdering you inside.
You have a confidence that you think is as deep as the ocean but I can see to the bottom.
You couldn’t be half the man I am but it’s not for a lack of trying.
A response to you making my life unhealthy. A quick reaction to show my displeasure. An almost violent reaction to a loss. /// \\\ I wouldn't let you come back, not unless you were brand new. I wouldn
Always creating scenarios to feel alive, hopeful. Always holding too tightly because what is life and love with no logic, control. Freely letting guards fall to not know each other later. Finally rele
I lost control [!] then I lost control [...] I let it go a few times. I ran from it a few times. I tried to pick it up again too, but I just couldn't carry it anymore. I kept it movin. I had absolute