I shall move in waves of my own destiny,
swimming gracefully.
Drifting divinely in breath
carried by tides of moment.
By grace in gratitude.
By the wind that sings.

And as sun filters through clouds
I feel free.
Free to celebrate life
for I choose where to swim.

It doesn't take back all the unforgiving words I've said, while I stand beneath the scorching water of the shower head.

Gentle kisses to my skin, a sting that feeds my adrenaline.

I'm just a stupid moth being drawn to the flame.

I get hurt, yet I still play the game.

She uses me and makes me feel empty.

I'm living in the carved out body of the person I used to be.

The mask I wear perceives the illusion that I am happy.

The loneliest I've ever felt when I hold her body in my hand.

Every night, she lures me into her trap like quicksand.

And I bleed for her again.