I know what it is
To want revenge
To believe that
Killing my own
White Whale
Would give back
What I've lost to it
I know what it is
To lose all of myself
To the things
That only wanted
Parts of me

It's not as if
It was the end of the world
Or like I didnt pull through
And survive that moment
It's just that
My entire world changed
And the parts of me that I loved
Didn't make it out alive

Heartbreakers and broken hearts,
Seem to go hand in hand,
But romances with heartbreakers,
Never go as planned.
They lure you in,
Using their charm as bait,
And by the time you realize what’s happening,
It’s already too late.
You can’t escape the pain,
That they’re about to cause,
Instead of pointing out your beauty,
They’ve started pointing out your flaws.
After a couple months,
They’ll decide they’ve had enough,
You’re handed a bunch of boxes,
And told to pack up your stuff.
Heartbreakers and broken hearts,
Will be our worlds demise,
So look at the tiny details,
You can see heartbreak in their eyes.

Always scared to speak.
Feels easier to blend in,
Than to be unique.

I ran out of breath,
Trying to chase
Happiness.

Honesty is a reflection of your morality.

A measure of your conscience’s purity

It can not be inherited or be taught

nor can it be wrenched or robbed.

It comes to you naturally

and goes on to define your personality.

Yet it is a heavy burden to carry.

Like an albatross it rides piggy

and begets you with troubles many.

The greedy don’t find it worth a penny.

The opportunist consider it unnecessary.

The manipulative perceive it as an enemy.

It can show you as foolish and stubborn very

or can fetch you plaudits plenty.

It is not a preference or a choice

but it is your sub conscience‘s voice.

You either listen to it or muzzle it conveniently.