Bittersweet to walk away.. eagerly approaching what seemed like forever,
The door is open...to what some may know as the light at the end of my tunnel..pacing to find the rythym when we became one...fighting this losing battle of self hatred..altered ego..non ending cycle of what should've...could've and now has become this blood thirsty reality....I protest to the pity party... because self love out shines self hatred..how bittersweet is it to look love in the eyes and constantly deny it's access because of self destruction...funny because I thought I knew myself well enough to know when change was so promising..in the closing of the heated argument with this stubborn heart of mines...the warmth of those lustful lips brings me back to my reality...