His first error was showing me how easy it is to destroy someone;
The next was giving me the room to start repairs on what he shattered.
My anger is white- hot just like his, but he makes the mistake of believing I lack self control the same.
He tells me if I'm tired I'm not doing enough.
I'm not lazy
His fatal flaw will be that assumption.
His fatal flaw will be believing I don't have the motivation to destroy his soul in return for mine.
My freedom is non negotiable, and unfortunately, he's only ever argued.
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Ode to Life
PoetryIt's chaos to figure out how to live. To love yourself, to love others, to create, to destroy. It's just life. But maybe... just life isn't a bad thing? You can't have good without the ugly. This has all my poems combined, this'll be my only poetry...
