I know, it’s okay, you just showed me your dark self.

I am aware that we have multiple selves, and as it rains on my soul, it helps to write what hurts, pain melts and I become a stronger self.

Nicotine, and smart pens – chasing the bliss that you gave.

Soulmates, false love, trying to teach love and embrace what needs to be embraced.

But I learned it’s right there in my face.

Myself, my selves couldn’t see.

Death is a transition I finally see.

And my trauma is okay, it’s what made me, me.