If I had to tell myself - prior me,
Sans you,
the preexistent devoid of trauma
Me -
One thing, or a few, is:
Pain is not the worst to come afterwards.
Just as happiness is found within
So is malady and hate.

Mistrust, self-atheism, paranoia
Wether it be your first encounter
Or second, or millionth exposure to hurt
The betrayal - the memory of Me!
Love Me breaks up with Me, too.

Every “in love” experience throughout life
Stays, and it clings to various aspects
Of your body, world and mind.
The model of your life will hold
Their history, their impressions,
All parts of them that were shared with you
Until Me regenerates new environments
To Love in.

Your new community will cradle war -
Reality will be a challenge to decipher.
Me divides into many offspring
Apart by seven years
Quarreling and crying, pitted against itself.

Love will wander as an outlaw.
Every portion of Me is lost and searching
All paths will lead to Love
Yet It is Daunting,
Unforgivable and Horrid now.

‘Thou shall not be bitter or forego newness -
Shall not falter within one’s own,
I will bravely demand vulnerability
In My quest of Me
Until all remain naked, with no room to lie.”
With this new religion, new faith Love found
It will be coy with others,
Until these habits are broken.