Broken Side

Concept

You fell in love with my broken side. I fell in love with you, with your interpretations, your caring, your romantic movie character manners, and your broken side too, but not mainly. I was devoted to it, you yearned me for my dark pieces, my opaque dangerous ways of thinking, I felt seen and loved for what I really am for once. Then, I understood it couldn’t be. Because I could not only allow but embrace my lower vulnerable points, I felt free to expose them to you, to let them live. But with their lives came my death, I had to drag my spirit, and my negative energies started to implode. My depressive inspiration feels empowered... in charge. My impossibility to breathe, joy numbness, and excessive feelings are writing the script now. I need you to love my light too, but you don’t, you support it, you’re a good person, but it doesn’t fire up the same in you like protecting me does. My intents to stand tall, to even fake some self-love come out as selfish, egocentric, and frivolous to your eyes. Still does, and I still dream about going back and letting my broken side to live its forever romance. It would be tragic, beautifully tragic, epically tragic, 'Shakespearingly' tragic, but tragic. I chose my sanity, my life (literally) for the first time. I will forever love you, your broken side... and mine.