For my men
Not for too many men
Just to my two
But mostly for you
I keep meeting more of myself!
Once blinded by willful ignorance
Now wiped clean
No more guilt
No more remorse
Though centuries of shit and shadow smeared across my face
Just so you could see my soul was sorry
I looked exactly the same as when I wore bruises I blamed all the others for
I keep meeting more of myself
I did all the damage!
It was never their sword
It was mine all along
A warrior Princess
Fierce, feisty, fuckwithery!
It flooded out
It flooded all the way out!
An Irish sea pouring into my heart
Betrayal drowning out patriotic passion from the bottom of my soul
I felt it all chaotically explode
I felt the hollow deepen with every step I trod throughout history
My damage deserved to come home to my own heart
I hope its freed you now I own it again
No regard to moral value
All responsibility recklessly abandoned
I plunged MY sword in to YOUR heart
Brazen audacity carried your wounds as my own
Not just for a while but forever!
Year after year and life into life
I still loved you
I just didn’t know why
And also not in the way that I used to then
I didn’t deserve your kindnesses
Now I understand the debt it took me to now to repay
Now you’re free!
Now you’re free and my flight of fancy is fighting fit again
Now I can cast my lucky charms for brave heart to rectify the rest
How did now become so heavily dependent on then?
All of space and time has codependency issues, man!
It is nuts
We are free now!
Both of us
I love this shit!