i return to write with a brand new pen,
the paper’s different, yet i begin again.
this time it’s someone who makes me smile,
not the chaos i held for a lonely while.

your room was messy, his is neat,
you made me cry, he makes joy complete.
he respects me, you pushed and yelled,
he loves his family, your heart rebelled.

he shuns the fight, you loved the gun,
he’s my angel, you were no one.
and yet for a year i held your flame,
blind to god, playing your game.

but now i’m free, my heart’s in light,
i left the darkness, embraced the right.