Terms of Normality

Detox

I need to cleanse you from my mind;
Completely wipe you out.
For all you bring
Are 8-ball questions and self-loathing,
And feelings of never being good enough
For your standards.
You bring the bitter emptiness
That only those as bruised
As you and me can feel.
With you comes the cold beat
Of a funeral march,
Put on for my soul.

But first I must thank you,
For bringing to light my dark.
After all,
With it had been buried my trust and love.
They've been the cause for so much pain,
That I simply packed them away.

And although we have said our farewells,

I can't help but notice the absence of tears.

You have taught me to be strong,

although I am weak.

You've shown my fears as a present,

wrapped with a bow.

And although I've washed you down

With the sweet bitterness of lemon water,

I will never forget the memories we made.

Yes, it's the end of an era

Full of doubt and self-loathe,

Blooming into confidence and self-love.

Ahead are young memories,

Made to look back on when I'm old,

Rocking in my chair with my future beau,

Remembering the bright colors

And vivid lights of being alive

And deeply in love.

And it's all thanks to you.