The familiarity of what I was comes up on your lips
Living in the dark you accept anything given called love
But we both know labels are bandaids for sick intentions
I wage enough war within myself daily, I am no longer interested in fighting outside of me
I use to seek out me in others, that's not healing. Snakes, she has them. Her head and heart slither over your soul and body with warmth and tight embrace. We don't eat until food is ripe, ready, at its peak of vulnerability. With ego full she wanders.......