Your competitive nature never failed to astound, at times it brought me down, like a king who has temporarily lost his crown. You aided and abetted the pain I felt inside; you gave me another reason to cower, to run and hide. I wish that somehow this pain would subside, now that in you I can no longer confide. You were chaste and I defiled you with my scorn. Misery and sorrow replaced the smile you had adorned. Should I continue to assume I was the cause of your downfall? Was I truly the one, that made it all fall down? No longer your shining star, I will love you from afar. I promise to stay around, if you ever need a friend. If you're ever broken hearted, your heart I will attempt to mend. All of my loving I will send, in the hopes that our friendship never ends. I must be confused to assume this could be, deluded to believe that it could be a reality. In that case, I will let you go. I will accept what I cannot change, and hope we do not become estranged. For in the end, you were the only one that was ever true. I'm sorry, forgive me, I have failed you. I am love's fool, a mere, useless tool.
Accident-prone yet bulletproof, resilience courses through my veins. After pulling shrapnel from my own hell-bent self-destruction, all I was left with was me. Through embracing my darkness, I found the light. Here lives a collection of poetry, prose, and reflections on trauma, survival, desire, and becoming.
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