To him, the kindest most gentle soul
He who embraced me,
A warm and tender light
He often bestills my heart
And to be with him I’ve no complaint
For no soul like his,
Has ever made me feel as content
Yet the lingering pain from past connection remains,
An amalgamation of self-hatred conjuring within my heart
A bitter voice that screamed I’m unworthy
I pushed you away
Because I’d rather tear myself limb by limb,
Than to experience it all again
Was I the reason we broke apart?
Did he mean to end it?
Did it end?
When does it end?
Was I not deserving of such happiness?
I’m cursed with the burden,
Of not leaving my old body behind
