I got dressed up today. I even put on make up. You'd be surprised how hard it is to sit in this house alone.
You never appreciated my combat boots or bad attitude, so I changed. This is who I am now. The one thing that never changed, is that I am always alone, and being myself will never be good enough.
I miss you sixteen, all full of **** and vinegar. Angry and fighting for no particular reason. Perfectly content with being alone.

When I look back to my youth, I some times wonder where that spark went, it is always then that I realize....youth was the best drug I ever got high on.
I was tough as titanium, and had the passion of a thousand poets and song writers. My words sharp, come backs witty. Everything about me radiated originality with an illumination greater than three of our suns.
Now I am older, I have one child in and one child out. It's easy to be invincible when you have nothing to live for.

When I first met you, I hated you. Something about you drove me crazy.
I guess I wasn't used to the challenge. Or maybe I had never met one of my own kind before.
Your soul is beautiful and dark. Mostly, it is powerful like raw energy. Like touching an electric fence. I couldn't help but be captivated.
The first time you kissed me I knew I wanted you. I knew you were the one that would change me. You opened me up and tore out my insides, leaving nothing but beautiful destruction.