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

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