It’s time again, to shed this skin.

The emerald green that once emanated from inside of me,

Has gradually become an old pastel.

And people look past it.

They can’t tell that I’m just about to grow,

About to get better, and neither can I.

That explains why I came so close to the end,

When I was only seconds away from the beginning.

Though I have a cold-blooded heart,

That doesn’t mean I’m cold-blooded.

But I rely on your love to keep me warm.

The scales get in the way of our communication,

And the twin tongues are indecisive,

In that I can’t decide which part of you I love the most.

The fangs are just decoration,

Chandeliers, with venom, that I’d like you to interpret as incense,

Incense that I’ll only use on myself if you really hurt me that much.

And I know my hugs may be extremely tight,

But that’s only because there is always the possibility,

That it might be the last one you receive from me.

There’s always that moment, when I surround you with my body,

That I think of how insanely lucky I am to have you,

That’s the reason why mine are a second longer than the average hug.

Because I don’t ever want to let go of this love.

But I have to end, in order to begin.

Yes, it’s time again, to shed this skin.