I wore you like a bruise
When your flames rose up
Against me, causing an explosion
Inside my imploding soul.
My walls of security trembled
From your tyrant rage you allowed
To excommunicate me from my
Pain burned me with its acidity;
Yet, it gave me the adrenaline rush
I needed, allowing me to feel with
All its deliciousness.
For the more its flames burned me,
The stronger I became, because I fed
Off of the pain, instead of allowing it
To feed off of me.
I consumed its acidity with a ferociousness
Of a tigress, with all its communing properties.
Pushing back my tears, I delved into the core
Of your essence through connecting with your
In doing so, I realized your weakness is none
Other than your inflated ego.
I immediately began disassembling it piece
By fraudulent piece until your flames died out.
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