My Diary...

They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results…

I literally just mended my heart and broke it myself. That’s a whole lot of insane on another level. The thing they do not tell you about growing up is that we do not actually grow up. We go around in circles thinking we have figured shit out, but really what do we know.

I started writing again a few weeks back, hoping it will be my coping mechanism… Go back to the beginning, fix the source, then the future magically falls into place.

I was wrong… I was so wrong. These sober moments are my weakness…

Children of the sun

Come sit with me

Let me tell you a story of someone I once knew

Long ago, a child was born

A child not wanted

A child so loved

It was a dark cold night filled with romance

Candle lit with screams of pain and gratitude

They say that's how she got her complexion

Sizzling flame of red with a touch of yellow

She looked just like him

Was made just for the one that waited

Her raging demons just like his

Eyes that could read through his soul

And hands that only matched the creases and curves of his unblemished face

He had scars she had seen come to life

Changing gears through the pain just so the stars were aligned

She lived to nag and he to annoy

Yet nothing so beautiful had ever been crafted

In their imperfections they were perfect

Creatures made to withstand the coldest of storms

Wild fire

My heart burns for you

My heart yearns for you

My soul craves your touch

Tell me you love me

The promises we sang

Our childhood memories remember the lyrics

It's like pictures set in stone

For I am yours and you are mine

Tame me

Redeem my spirit

Fire up the cold surrounding my heart

Remind me of the wild fire that only raging flames spit

For just as I carved my path to ruin

You saw greatness in mayhem

Just as our emotions were spiraling out of control

Only you and I could relate

We were the wild ones...