I do not hide behind my scars.

I am not ashamed of the scratches

that cover my arms and legs.

I do not cringe when I look in the mirror,

and I no longer see what was.

Who was.

I'm glad I don’t.

You threw me into the ocean of my deepest fears,

weights chained to my feet,

and when my world needed you most... You vanished.

Don’t you hear that?

The broken chains of empathy as you yearn for the old me Pitiful cries

Escalades as

I reach the top,

Mounting to new heights.

My chocolate does not

melt at the heat of your sun’s oppression.

I’m sorry I don’t get off

on the cycles

that damages my soul anymore.

I light candles,

Just to create a vibe.

I drink lime water in the sun and shit.

I like myself now.

In fact,

I'm in love with me... so much for the both of us.