I Lived as a Child

I took myself away from myself.
I sacrificed the best parts of me, so that I could live loosely, irresponsibly and carelessly and make myself believe that was the only way I could be happy.
I knew I was lying to myself all those years. And I didn’t pull any of the better parts of me out , to change what I was.
I let myself get bigger, cry over the things I refused to handle, and stepped far in to the inability to deal with issues properly.
I knew all the right steps. I knew what I had to do, but I was too dependent on the darker side. By letting it consume me, I could feel less, be further away and disconnected from my tough choices.
I got too good at being so bad.

Dark Trying to Take Over

The Dark tremours it’s way into the silky bones you wear
the fabric wrapping like an undesirable gift

around your shape.

Brush strokes of black
spread,
encasing the light of a beautiful that is. 

The Good trapped underneath a lining of
consuming Evil
a hollow of belief made for the veins that hum the untruth.

You are not the dark, you are not the dark,

you are the beautiful, billion watted soul of light.