I died
A life worth living
is a life worth dying

or
so I was sold

I still smell you
in my brain

A dumpster fire
to re-train

And loose
Capitulate

For an absence of identity within

Sometimes,
you back up into a corner,
not knowing what else to do—
you feel terribly alone,
and terribly blue.

You—
alone and blue,
backed into a corner.

Just remember—
feeling alone and blue,
you have backed into a very strong corner,
and life has your back.

So stand,
just a moment,
and breathe—just breathe
and know—
you are not so alone,
and not so blue.

Darling,
You were never—
Held by my heart,
Carried by my senses,
Flowing in my breath,
Attached to my soul,
Bound to my core;
Not even woven into
the fabric of my life force.

For you were always that
formless truth—
the silent force that held
and shaped my very source.

She does not write to match
perception, nor tailor her words
to gain acceptance.

She pours out her raw essence—
Undiluted, unfiltered, never refined
for the sake of consumption.