I despised isolation.
But somehow, I couldn’t help but adore the feeling.
Alone, I was finally able to see who I was
What I was.
A self I could never have faced otherwise.
Perhaps I should be grateful.
Crawl upon my fingertips
Kiss me with your strawberry lips
And sway my heart with devil’s hips
String me up with moonlit cords
And dance, with my drugged corpse
Words that streamed from lips now aged
Gone, locked away, inside your porcelain cage
How could I forget, while forced in chains
Lessons taught, like drops of rain
Enamored within a reality I could never maintain
Please believe, this is not who I was meant to be
This version of me, blinded, unable to see
How could I forget, the feeling burned into my heart
I regret to say, I have lost the capacity
To turn these awful words, into beautiful art.