A story that replays in my head
Fading in and out of focus
A result of misguided efforts
To forget and create
Excuses for my mistakes.
Where do I even start?
I chose her
All in an attempt
To bring pain to another,
… False love to start with
And I expected a good ending?
What a fool… an idiot even,
Making stupid decisions
To block out the pain.
Then what happened again?
Oh… yeah… how could I forget…
I then I chose to “like” her
To block out the pain
Of being cheated on
By the aforementioned chosen one.
Smart move buddy
Because what you weaved was
In the simplest form
A twisted web of bad decisions,
Becoming prey,
In a trap of your own making.
It doesn’t necessarily end there
No, I dug a deeper grave
As the nail in the coffin
Rose in the form of another “damsel”
The only one who needed saving
Was me, from that black widow
An assassin of the heart
But I didn’t know
Careless, all In the hopes validating
How special I was
Another arc ending in heart break
…My own fault really.
The benefit of hindsight tells me
That if you try to inflict pain on others
It comes back two-fold;
Attacking myself means
I’m no longer a slave to the guilt
That bore a ton on my heart
Indeed, that’s old me’s news
…
Telling you this means i’m free
Telling you this means,
I’ve punished myself enough.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Photograph by: alvarola
O.D. 