You have never seen
the anatomy of a maniac girl breaking.
No clean edges. Only fire.
I do not like myself anymore.
She takes over me
without my permission.
That's why I have to do this. 

I honestly would try anything
to be my own person again. 

So you hand me the torch
and I burn them. 

And I give them all the respect,
because you're in my presence,
because they were my first presents,
because I'm mourning,
and because I know that you deserve it. 

I read them first. 
Light them up. 
And continue to read until they are nothing but ash
while tears stream down my face. 

I need to grow my petals back.