Perfection

I use words

To paint pictures

So,

When I’m writing

I write with rage,

With passion

And that’s beautiful

Sacrifice

I can’t seem to let go of you even when I know you’re bad for me

Maybe

I need a little bit of hurt

To remind me of when I put a leash on the wild in me

Because with you,

I hide my pain

With you,

I forget

And I don’t want to forget

Because it’s a part of me now.

So,

Do me a favor

Let me go.

I know it’s going to hurt you

But

I care about me

More than I do you.

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