Don’t mistake control for interest. 
This manipulation does not 
Make you special… 
distractions from
Karmic lessons. 

Black eyes are the same hues
Of dying stars
Neon darkness — begotten blight
In denial, we proceed to name
Unborn children “Sunlight”

How ironic it is to hear 
Your sound
Reminding me how I wound up
In this position to begin with. 
You had me upside down,
Turned inside out
Got me convinced 
Half truths are
The closest to knowing you. 

All that I’m sure of: successful warriors know how to submit to healing; surrender the trauma. 
Winter storms burn hottest.