scarlet, vermillion, saffron, in air
samhain sacrifice for the coming night
brushstrokes 'cross limbs soon laid bare

arcane characters for the fair
symbols ward them till distant light
scarlet, vermillion, saffron, in air

offered to old gods in ritual prayer
last colors of autumn before winter's white
brushstrokes 'cross limbs soon laid bare

an iron will to survive, they do declare
a solemn pact and a sacred rite
scarlet, vermillion, saffron, in air

herald the end of summer's affair
golden head bowed to geimhreadh's might
brushstrokes 'cross limbs soon laid bare

still stand proud they do, with defiant glare
the trees of the forrest an enchanting sight
scarlet, vermillion, saffron, in air
brushstrokes 'cross limbs soon laid bare

I wasn't ashamed of who I was. I was only ashamed of the person you were trying to make me.
I was no longer your pride and joy. I was no longer the center of your world.
That's the thing, as soon as someone new comes along ,
someone better, you forget about all the promises you've already made.
You forget about all the secrets and all of the talks you used to have.
All of that is gone now, only because you decided to forget.
Forgetting isn't always a bad thing. We forget all that bad stuff that keeps us awake at 2:00 a.m.
It's the bad things that told us we weren't good enough.
Its forgetting that was the hardest, but forgetting was also so, so easy.
I figured i needed to find something to keep my mind occupied.
He was always so good at keeping me occupied away from the bad.
He taught me how to forget. I've always wanted to thank him for that.
He taught me things i couldn't teach myself. He  taught me how to care, and love.
Usually when we are alone and out of love, we learn how to love others and how to be a friend.
But not this time.
I wasn't alone, this whole time i was by his side,
Listening to him,
Watching him,
And learning from him.

How often do you
fight with yourself?
How often do you
realize you are
fighting with
yourself?