I almost called you up. Almost missed you again. Almost made the mistake of saying, hey how are you? Cause you're always not good. Always not doing what you should. Always trying to see of we'd be back together and when we could.

That good *** isn't worth the abuse. Not worth running to the hospital at two in the morning cause you tried to set yourself aflame. Fever dreams coming again. You are a living nightmare. Succubus of sadness still beating heart. You steal my heart with those puppy dog eyes. I am over trying to summon a phoenix from this burnt down house. I don't want to raise you.

I'm still raising myself, and I need to do it alone. Growing up alone is all I've ever known. But this poem should have never ******* been about you! I am the Phoenix not the summoner, I am fire not burnt house, I am already everything I so desperately wanted you to be!