From the ashes of my cigarette. Something seemed off. Perhaps my own decision. The reasoning of my heart. Wounded, and unkind. I was never meant to be so broken. But that’s the thing about life. About love. Our pain, it defines the best of us. Measured beyond our greatest trait. I’d trade the best for the worst. A rematch of my darkest days. When the warrior within me fought. To the end. To the death. To the divinity within. I know I’m not there anymore. But there’s still something that burns. Deep inside where my demons struck gold. Against my spirit. Against my soul. No, I was never safe here. In the comfort of my own two hands. Destruction seemed beautiful.. and still to this day, it shines. Like diamonds in the dirt. Like stars in the night. I don’t know if I’ll survive my own severance. The cut marks that separate my past and present. But lord knows I’ll try.

Lord knows I’ll try.