↬It's bittersweet.
Self love.
You crave it,
you crave the pain,
the distress, the process of destruction and reconstruction,
the healing.
It feels good tearing yourself apart.
A self you thought you could trust, but a self who has betrayed you one too many times.
So be it.
If i have to burn her to dust,
so be it.
If i have to kill her,
so be it.
Because i know the phoenix that will rise from the ashes.
I've seen that phoenix before;
it's breathtaking beautiful.
And I love it.
Bittersweetly.↫
