Phoenix

blank page

For a few weeks i have been trying to word what i'm trying to say,
How do i put years of misery into one last souvenir?
I tried everything and all there is,
I tried talking to my child self
The truth is, i don't know what he would say
Now we're both speechless..

I used to think if someone wanted me for anything
I would throw myself at them like a whore,
Then it happened and i realized i don't wanna be an experiment,
I want true love and i should not need it,
I should want it
Soon i'm starting from a blank page,

I'm not even the age of them yet and i'm growing more,
I realize scars never define who you are,
He has been friends with every type of person
except one...
except himself..

...
years, months and days passed
tears and laughter,
Trauma and fun,
stories i couldn't unfold
in a thousand books
A thousand roles and rolls

Running backwards..
Is not how you move forward..
Just leave everything and run forwards

The only person left in my story is me
I turn to a blank page and rip off the ones before
But you can't rip off pieces off of your heart
So i just cherish the love and everything else can go,
After all this agony and pain i realize..
This story isn't mine..
anymore.