There was a chaos in my soul,
And I had hoped she would be the one
To release my dancing star.
But I hadn’t realised it was all up to me—
She didn’t listen to my music,
She couldn’t even dance her own dance.
Our tango became a pogo,
A reckless stage dive
Guided by toxic spiritualism
And narcissistic tendencies.
We were way out of tune,
And I hadn’t given myself
Any space to heal from past wars
My heart was still bleeding and raw.
I am to blame—
I left my door wide open,
And in she walked.

She saw her chance and made the play;
It was a good one.
And silly me, I bought it—
Hook, line, and sinker.
It’s true what they say:
Making the same mistakes time after time
Becomes a personal choice.
And I chose to choose her,
Becoming...