Reality of Me


I want to be
fierce and mighty,
always kind,
and sometimes dainty.

I want to be
held and loved,
but cherished.

I was before,
before we met.
How could I let you
make me forget?

Through your words,
all my pain.
I forgot myself
as I went insane.

Through tears, screams,
blood, all the fight in me too.
I forgot myself,
now can I forget you?


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