I remember, not so long ago,
i was someone else.
Someone i tried to finally
accept.
But darkness,
Oh, my darkness -
it devoured me.
Once again.
The poisoned touch of yours -
an electric current,
running through my body.
I knew,
you wanted me for
a dance of the sheets.
Manipulated by the
romance of empty trees,
i could not leave.
While seeking for a cozy blanket,
i lost myself in this cal forest.
Loving you was a way of self harm.
TRIGGER WARNING
little disclaimer. i do not romanticize self harm or any kind of "struggles".
i´m processing things through writing.