Does misery suffocate creativity?
Does it ignite it?
It certainly inspires it
Perhaps suffering only stifles artistry when one loses themselves in the process
I certainly lost myself in you
I loved you, you know
So fucking much
I loved you with everything I had, and I eroded in the process
I loved you as you watched me fade
I loved you as you held my head under water and told me not to drown
I loved you as I gave you the life you wanted, the life I knew you deserved
The life you still deserve
But I didn't love you enough to let myself die for you
Maybe that's the part I regret most
Because now I still exist
And I no longer have an excuse to give up
(2023)
