How to know the price from knowing to understanding each other better in relationship. This poem is perfect for everyone.
Rather than a warrior in a dress, but that's on you for not reading the fine print; I told you that I had a temper, but you challenged that, as if you could know me better than even myself— well, do you see my temper now burning in the chaos of the most painful sunset to graze your eyes or in the wrathful songs of the moon? Perhaps you see it in the inflection of my name as it whispers across your brain, in losing, you, I was able to find my magic and reclaim myself and my voice; I loved you so much I was willing to lose myself but I didn't need to get lost in the melody of your darkness or your many tongues of lust, but now I know better Than to wear rose-tinted glasses because all they do is shatter and present the truth that you wanted to hide behind the illusion of everything honest— I am grateful for finding and reclaiming myself, of getting back some of the birds of me that, I thought, would forever be lost and growing new flowers in the garden of my heart that I never knew I could know; but I wish it hadn't come at the price of knowing you.
