I was good to you,
I was too good to you.
Feed on me because I’m vulnerable.
Walk away, when you know you’re wrong.

n.n

She wondered what her purpose was,
Questioning and searching.
The years of misery and suffering,  
What is she still doing here?

Maybe someday soon,
She will find what she needs.
What she needs is right beneath her feet.
She needs herself, no one else.

She thought she found her lover,
Her purpose and a reason to live.
That lover took everything left of her.
She’s cold and empty,

Searching for her purpose,
She found nothing but a way out.

n.n

There is no middle ground.
It’s ice or fire,
I’m cold, fragile.
I’m hot, stubborn.

Constantly shifting,
Never stable.
There is no in between,
But I’m always, in between.

My two worlds.

n.n