my mistakes are beautiful tattoos across my bare skin…
my flaws carve depth and meaning further in…
there are moments I’m selfish in what I think I need…
times I struggle not to give into the allure of fear and greed.
the path towards love is bittersweet…
when your true self you finally do meet.
I ran away from her…as fast and as long as I could.
at times I do the exact opposite of what I know I should…
no one wants to admit when they break and bleed…
the more I tried to control my life, the less I could succeed.
it’s not all about me…
there are more important priorities than what I alone need…
selfishness disguised as “love” never finds a way to be free…
I put myself first when I should have let you win…
fighting long after the war, blaming you for how it all begins…
and I’m not proud of what I did to hold onto the past…
the moments I lost, were the ones I wanted the most to last…
it’s time to put this dream to an end…
it’s better if I did what I could to mend…
the brokenness inside of me…
allowed love to finally be.
