…rebirth

…sometimes, even unhealthy can become addictive-

because its’ toxicity becomes comfortably familiar-

so uncertainties begin to feel safe, because its all you know-

like a voluntary brainwash, you hate but feel you need-

but deep down we know-

and deep down we’re so very lonely for the healthy version of love-

that should’ve been, but never became-

and when the strength is found, oh what a detox it is-

and oh does it hurt- deeply

because everything you’ve learned to tolerate, you’re now teaching yourself to neglect-

like an almost death-

but I’m ready for my rebirth- and i deserve it-

but oh did i love you-

you silly silly, stupid stupid boy-

-you can fck off now.

kb 💔❤️