FUCKING MASTERPIECE

I mastered mine and split you in ways only I could repair.

My calm is vicious. It tears through silence. Places you lie to escape. Where dreams and nightmares abuse and promise a new, better, way.

I have mastered the peace of lies like a cocktail. I Know the ingredients.

You chase and drink up everything added in. You lie in pieces aching for the pain to return. Wanting that piece of you to be mastered.

What I took from you made me whole. Thank you.

I try to discard parts that hurt and don’t fit. Sometimes I crack and my peace leaks out.

They say mastery comes from failure. I kept going and collecting until I had enough to triumph. I’m at peace with moving on. I leave a piece of myself with everyone who loved me.

But I only love my masterpiece.