Willingly, I scorched myself into the shape of mold,
A foolish act of affection, brazen and bold.
Shaped wretch aplenty, beautifully cast,
Oblivious that bliss shall never last.
Left shattered & torn with no sense of self,
Charred by the ingrate soul in need of help.
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 10:01 AM UTC
Willingly, I scorched myself into the shape of mold,
A foolish act of affection, brazen and bold.
Shaped wretch aplenty, beautifully cast,
Oblivious that bliss shall never last.
Left shattered & torn with no sense of self,
Charred by the ingrate soul in need of help.
Throughout the inexperience of my youth, I tried and succeeded in turning two people's life upside down; Hers for the better, mine for much worse, forgetting who I was after years of neglect
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