Poem

[Starfire]

I have learned to tame the monsters. I have learned to befriend the demons. They hover to my tarnished flesh, giving an oddly comfortable pain. I guess I just need to nurture them- turn them into confidantes like how they always stick with me as things get rough. Contrary to what others believe, they actually push me to live. They cradle me into darkness just so I can appreciate the glimpse of light that peaks atop the peach black chaos in me. They make me feel alive despite the constancy of the pain. As I grasp for air which they deprive me of, they make me appreciate the very breathe that gives me life. Ironically, they make me feel a piece of ecstasy that I have never felt before.


My constant yearning for death made me learn to romanticize pain.