Burn Baby
There’s something in me that loves starting fights with people,
I can feel the sparkle in my eyes and the smirk on my face when I know it’s not going to end well.
And it grows as I dig myself deeper into something I know is going to hurt,
I don’t know if it’s the part of me that loves me or the part that’s self destructive.
It burns after,
But the flames are god damn beautiful.
This poem is about:
Me