Beloved: Seraphia

No I couldn’t get much worse
Maybe I will come home again someday
And if I am your curse I’ll bless you when you go away & leave me

With this here simple mind I cannot find any kind of peace of mind

And even if I could see you one last time, darling would it be the same or close the door on all things I hate about my past?

Revenge is sour, there is no just war
But I cannot close the door
All these things I hate about myself they always last

And I’ve been swimming in the deep end
Turning screams to whispers of old dear friends by ignoring everybody else
Making peaceful peace with myself

I know that he’s in love with you
And I know that he will always be there
When you left I fell apart but I know that it was I who broke my own heart