Staring out the window. Sound of train on tracks. I let you throw me to the bus.
Crush my heart in your hand. So you could get the pigment to finish your painting.
Crawling away from my own bleeding mess. Should have known better but the watercolor makes the view blur and blend.
Caught in a net of my own destruction. Taking my knife not to skin but to my bonds. I forgive my self because I love myself.
Taking those steps forward, away from the wreckage of my mind. In the rubble I find my salvation, it’s my own reflection glimmering back at me.
Only I have the power within to change my stars and be the better person that I know is inside of me. I forgive of myself, because I love myself.
I am a creature of light and have no room for darkness in my soul.
