When I think of her
She inspires me to fight.
When I think of him
He inspires me to write.

Only when I think of them
Therein lies truth

Existing in small portions
Alive with no distortions

I misuse revival
When I discover them
I abuse survival

Overdone with zeal
I try to take control
They remind me
My hands are not real

When I put on the chains
I pull to them.
My rope hangs.

I dismantled.
Only a piece of me remains.