Poem from my notebook

You're the recurring rogue in my mind

The rouge in my mind though

You don't exist

At least beyond the shell of my memories

How does a person parasite a mind?

And then a collection of people corrupt it?

The wallows of a hollowed heart

And the wallowing flames

Scream with a fury of defeat

How do you get beyond them?

The scorched earth of my heart

But perserverence starts over

One after another

But life resets

One after another

The lives of a new flame

One after another

Choosing a new flame

That routinely burn me down

I set ablaze and burn down

And start another

But the hope grabs the flames

Scars on my scars to cover up my scars

But the memories remain

Each time remembered

New life to replace the old

The process

Most would get weaker with each go

But I will harden and move

I will fight and flex through the fire

Water wont dry up if its told to stay strong

Each time I wound from others' stab

And am set ablaze

And die a slow death

I come back with a renewed vision

A renewed heart

I might not be the....

Wait what?

I'm sorry, I was having a flashback.

Anyway, you're the recurring rogue in my mind

So, fuck you.

Get fucking better at communicating.

And learn some will ya?

I hope this text helps but also fucks you up.

I hope you don't fuck up someone else.