Rebirth
You told me to remain the same.
That I was perfect , I didn't need to change.
But that couldn't possibly be true, otherwise you wouldn't have left?
You wouldn't have been able to find anyone to replace me, if I was perfect then you had already found the best?
I mean with you I was always hopeful, endearing and considerate.
For you I actually tried to be just that, perfect.
It's my biggest regret.
I allowed you to put me in a box, you defined me.
From how I wore my hair to how I should speak.
You killed my creativity, my youthfulness, my spontaneity.
And it's ironic, I allowed those things because I saw you the same way, a perfect person, knowing no such beast exist, but to me you were as close to perfect as perfect could get.
So I let...you kill me, I let you will me and mold me and recreate me, in hopes of being everything you could ever dream.
My soul died with you, you had the matches
But I struck the box that created the flame
And you watched as everything I was burned to ashes.
You said I was perfect and still you tried to change me.
You left me in ashes and I had to gather all of what I could see.
You forced a rebirth in me , to rise again like a Phoenix
Because you can not fix this
I can not fix this
Fire creates rebirth.
A new start.
A new beginning.
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