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.
