There’s a battle
I’ve been fighting
Against myself
With periodic interruptions
From that soul mate of myne.
He never seems to stay for very long
And every other visit
He appears different.
Once even showing up in heels.

I can rearrange myself now
For you or him
Or the future.

But it all is rather pathetic.
Predictable
How I jump in and fall in love
And every next corner
Is always covered in sin.

So how do I escape these chains?
When I know
That I don’t know me
Without them.

Suicide? Or a choice to be born again?
Both the same
Depends on where you’ve been born
And which lies you’ve been fed with.