The Truth

Walk with me to my blackened room,

I'll follow you anywhere, 

I feel protected when it's you. 

I'll show you my dark places,
You help me light the lights,

One by one,
With your fire,
The fire that's in your soul.

The same fire that burned me too deeply,
That reached places I didn't know could burn,
And consumed me whole.

Even now, years later,
I'm still trying to understand,
Why I'm clawing at the air,
Why I still can't breathe,
Why the scars refuse to fade.

But now I see,
You lost your shine to someone else.
You shone,
And then you turned to ash.

If I was brave enough now, I'd share that fire with you
The one that was once yours.

Because I'm still burning inside
With your fire,
And yours alone.

The Hate

I hate it.
I hate being in the same country as you.
I need you far away from me.
I hate knowing the air you breathe is closer
Because "I" chose to stay away from you
And I hate that you are disrupting my plans,
Whether you mean to or not.
I hate it.
And this hate
Is all that's left.

I hate the fact that I hate it.
Because I don’t want it.
But I won't fight it, either.
I won’t bother making peace with it
Because I'm too disoriented
To argue with what you do
Or don’t do.
I'm tired when it's this.
This, I hate.

And this hate
It’s the fire that burns water,
The glint in a predator’s eye,
Like the sun breaking over a cracked glass.

Now
Take that glass
And sink it deep into your chest.
Take that pain.
And let it turn into hate.
Because that’s the only feeling you’ve left me with.
And that’s why I hate it.
And hate to hate it.

I can’t even bear the thought of seeing you
In my country.
My territory.
Because it belongs to me.

All these views and tastes you now cherish
They’re mine.
Mine only.

And let me remind you
I posess all the dreams you wish for.
I have what you have,
And what you wish you had.
All of it.
Mine.
And mine only.

I hate that this is all in my head.
And that you’re the one who ignites it.

And I hate it.

Not you.