I was given my mother’s flame.
The desire to defend, protect, and serve honourably, no matter what cause or consequence involved. Being a fighter is embedded in my nature without me even having to try. I just close my eyes and trust that everything will fall apart, but then back into place again.
I have been stuck in this void.
You wouldn’t know this because I am just a type for you.
Every single emotion felt with you,
Has now been erased.
You’ve always known how strong my storm is
But you chose to move with my tides.
I thought that this time,
You wanted the real me.
But you are just a boy
A heavy head from your ego trip
An apartment with littered memories of plastic smiles
A failing relationship with yourself
A twisted sense of purpose
An artistic gatekeeper
With a cold heart.
I am not your muse
I am a fucking human being.