I’ve been here before and don’t get me wrong,
I’m a worrier, a wanderer and a warrior but God,
I’m tired of selling my soul.
Tired of being folded into different ways
Of love, hate, envy, power, and pain –
Then being stuffed into the pockets of dismay.
I’m tired of losing
And choosing battles that can never be won.
I’m tired of foolishly and stupidly choosing
Then losing the good ones.
I won’t settle for the memories and pieces of him.
I won’t take being beaten and folded and thrusted
Into the whispers of the wind…
Into nothingness… like I’m nothing…
Fragments of me floating
Until I land into depression again.
I can’t settle for being a soulless me… not again.
But if I must lose my soul, just know this,
If he goes, I go with him.
Because without his soul,
I may as well already be dead.