Freedom, Is what you gave me by leaving, Regardless of how wrong it was to hurt you. Your departure gave my life more meaning, More than the moment you said, “I love you…” As I was left to work through, My vices. All alone, Within a glass home shattering above me, By the vibrations of your silence…
Here I am, Now sober at the end of a year where I almost chose to die, Instead of living through a life, I didn’t think was possible without you…
So much time it took, But, What other choice did I have, Other than lacing my boots, In a war against myself I knew! I’d rise as victorious…
As a soldier, A warrior, An artist, A human with a need to compartmentalize my heart and, Give a piece to anyone in the process of catharsis…
Away from your selfish desires. Threesomes with Mary Jane until she decided to put out my fire, In a set of eyes canopied by every drink laced with infinite lies, Your, Need to run away from a truth you were too much of a coward to face as I cried…
And cried. And cried! As you grew ashamed of the man who thought suicide was the answer. Trapped in a chrysalis formed by intimate disasters, Cracked open by the screeches of my sorrow, Transforming into a man you no longer recognized as your heart was hallowed, By my stabbing tears…
m3l0dicverse 
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