Saying goodbye to you is like getting hit by a train;
Not because it hurts, but because it could mean the end.
The mortality rate of being hit by a train is 90%,
So I've decided that the likelihood of never seeing you again is like that.
There's a chance that I may say goodbye, and that will be it,
But there's also a chance that I may say goodbye and will leave only with battle wounds.
My last kiss with you could be so painful that it will leave me with scars forever,
Or it could stop my heart in its tracks.
I could hear your voice whisper my name in the dimlit dorm room one last time,
And feel all of the bones break in my body,
Or my spinal cord could sever and leave me just like that.
Either way,
I think I still want to take my chances,
Because scars fade
And bones heal,
So there's a 10% chance that saying goodbye to you,
Will not be my last chance to say it.

Countless times I told myself
Never ever fall in love easily

Countless times I told myself
Never ever repeat the mistakes

Countless times I told myself
Stop putting on high hope on someone

Countless times I told myself
Never trust someone easily

Countless times I told myself
Reminding dear self my heart is covered with scars

Countless times  I told myself
To be happy

Countless times I told myself
To put myself first instead of others

Countless times I told myself
To love myself more than others

Countless times I told myself*
Stay away from from relationships

Because relationships
Was the reason to my scars
Of my heart that is now badly damaged

This inferno.
This rage.

I want to light this world up.
I want to watch this world burn.

I'm a walking wildfire.
I'm a walking disaster.

Turn your head, look away.
But each step taken leaves a blaze.

Go on get, there's no saviors here.
Just fire, and end times, sincerest cheers.

Inhale dark embers of a long forgotten flame.
Exhale black death, be free of all desires.

I loved the way he bit my skin.
The way he choked me.
Had me pinned.
I loved every mark left by his hand.
Until those marks because bruises and the chokes became cries.
All because I call him out on his lies.
Still denies.
I'm dying inside.
I loved the way he called me stupid until his eyes said more.
The way no one could see what happened behind closed doors.
I loved the way he filled me.
Until everything began to flood.
All of the lies were too much.
He lacked emotion in his touch.
I loved the way he kissed my lips until the day the lips weren't his.

She seems strong - so she speaks,
She seems alive with life complete.
She shrugs a shoulder, couldn't care,
Love is war, a life's  dare,
She has loved and seen it go,
Love wilt in the midst of snow...
But say goodbye, gently, if you will,
Her heart is warm, fragile still.

She has laughed and she has smiled,
Dreamed enchantment on an isle.
She has risen,  heights soared,
She has seen closed doors.
She has fallen, again, to stand,
Dreamed a dream in never land...
But tread softly, on her, if you will,
Her dreams are young, fragile still.

She has seen loss and pain,
Prayers lost,  hopes slain.
Her heart in hands, she has wept,
Tired and weary, troubled, slept.
Transience is eternal, well she knows,
But her heart stronger never grows...
Break her  gently, if you will.
Her heart is tender and fragile still.