My kind.

In my life

I’ve only loved twice

I bet my life that heartbreak would downsize, ease in pain

once again it’s completely the same

I can’t breathe and the moments in my head seem beautiful, but so far away

Feels like a home I can never go back to

My anger festers but my heart’s desire is stronger

I don’t enter this world with the desire to love, it always finds me when I’m at odds

Men are attracted to my insanity, addiction on the rise, promises written

Hero’s fall through and their bravery I see

My strength is telling them why they should avoid me

But he stayed. Intention is untrue, does that mean love follows the same rule?

I’d rather be dead than feel my heart beat like this again

Eventually, I will come to the conclusion

That my actions are the cause of the dissolution

Anxiety preventing something that hasn’t been done, fear of him leaving

Like they always do.

That should be enough proof to reveal my faults

Yet I am always at a false start

I’m left holding a portion of a handwritten note.

Deciding if burning the pictures would help,

With the pain my world already wrote

In the end, I always keep one.