I know not who I am
But I have been many things;
Cruel
Selfish
Deceitful.
I want none of this anymore.
I wish to be someone greater
Someone who can change
Someone who can love
And be loved

Our love was artificial
Never real-
Nonexistent
At the time I was euphoric
I believed you were the love of my life.
How fickle I was
My eyes have opened
My heart has started to come alive
I am becoming whole

mind blossoming
orchids and lilies
ribs intertwining
sprouting winding tree branches
limbs folding
recreating their art  
old soul awakening
beginning a new life

I once had words spilling out of the ink of my pen
Spinning intricate tales of sorrow.
Words captivated readers
Made their heart swell.
Now,
All I have left is empty paper and a wordless mind
It's as if once the sorrow was taken,
My mind was too
Leaving me with nothing but empty happiness.

It's never ending,
This loss of control.
I can feel myself slipping
From everything I've ever known.
Who am I?
Who have I become?