And just like that, I was re-birthed straight from the palms of your hands. I grow up and what I am now, isn’t what I was. I think your hand touched the water of disassociation because I grew up away from the reality I once knew. It feels like when I was blooming in your hand, your elbow scraped the mountain of shame because when I grew up to be the right age, I was cut up with the regret I didn’t know I could have. It seems like as you held me tightly, giving me life once more, but you held too tight and in result I became clumsy, falling for the love I could never give back. The richness I felt when you hand gave me life, isn't enough to make me stay and enjoy the warmth of you and the life I couldn't stand. So, I hope I'll be re-birthed once more from the hands of someone who can give life to the ones who need it the most.
- This ins't the life I wanted when you left, but It'll do