[ < firestarter > ]

the cannibalistic cycle ⁣⁣
of miserable determination ⁣⁣
consumed by the me ⁣⁣
i now be ⁣⁣
⁣⁣
the fire ⁣⁣
still alive in me ⁣⁣
transformed ⁣⁣
by me⁣⁣
the scathing, self-loathing ⁣⁣
giving birth to the breath ⁣⁣
of liberation ⁣⁣
⁣⁣
finally willing to feel ⁣⁣
the flames ⁣⁣
allowing them to melt ⁣⁣
all of the me ⁣⁣
i spent my life⁣⁣
pretending to be ⁣⁣
the pretty me⁣⁣
the polished me⁣⁣
the perfect me ⁣⁣
i felt the burning heat ⁣⁣
melting ⁣⁣
and stood there⁣⁣
screaming ⁣⁣
breathtaking ⁣⁣
taking my breath ⁣⁣
away ⁣⁣
as the ⁣⁣
flames ⁣⁣
initially ⁣⁣
evoking fear ⁣⁣
in the me ⁣⁣
i used to be⁣⁣
scaring me ⁣⁣
which is why ⁣⁣
the me ⁣⁣
i used to be⁣⁣
𝘜𝘚𝘌𝘋 to not feel ⁣⁣
the intensity ⁣⁣
of the heat ⁣⁣
on my sensitive skin⁣⁣
⁣⁣
the me i used to be ⁣⁣
ran ⁣⁣
terrified of the inevitable ⁣⁣
necessary ⁣⁣
destruction ⁣⁣
consumption ⁣⁣
⁣⁣
the fear inside⁣⁣
the me ⁣⁣
i used to be⁣⁣
grew into fascination ⁣⁣
i found myself⁣⁣
intrigued ⁣⁣
by the burning⁣⁣
masochistic in my curiosity ⁣⁣
yet paralyzed ⁣⁣
wanting to step ⁣⁣
ever closer⁣⁣
yet cemented ⁣⁣
in the me ⁣⁣
i used to be ⁣⁣
unable to take ⁣⁣
one ⁣⁣
single ⁣⁣
step⁣⁣
⁣⁣
until the moment ⁣⁣
⁣⁣
yearning for everything⁣⁣
i’d spent years protecting ⁣⁣
pretending⁣⁣
to be ⁣⁣
to be⁣⁣
destroyed⁣⁣
begging ⁣⁣
for my fragile front⁣⁣
to be decimated⁣⁣
⁣⁣
by me⁣⁣
the firestarter ⁣⁣
⁣⁣
pulled into the magnetic flames ⁣⁣
of my own vulnerable authenticity ⁣⁣
⁣⁣
ready to be reborn ⁣⁣

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