Life is short so go do something regrettable.

Love didn’t hurt you. Someone that didn’t know how to love hurt you. Don’t confuse the two.

I knew he didn’t love me, but I adored him anyways

How honest can one be? What do you all want from me? I’m no longer suicidal, The Devil is now my rival, Alcohol is no longer my idol, And poet is no longer my title… No longer an idol, But still close friends, Close enough that I don’t just save ya for The weekend, Close enough that I have a desire to See ya everyday, Amsterdam aka, The only one that understands me… A lot of my friends Netflix binge, But I’d rather binge on you, Doc said my liver will be shot, By 22, I need to fall back because that I can’t ensue… Wait wait… This wasn’t suppose to be about that, Rather this is me asking me, “What more can you give?” “Can you do this soberly?” “Is there a such thing as, Happy poetry?” “If I profess my new found Love and appreciation for God, Am I simply a fraud? Because how can I act like All of those old poems was a facade? I said a lot of hateful things, And my poems gained popularity off of Hate and the idea that people Can’t change, Now 6 months to a year later, You’re a "Devil Hater”, Is my love for God, A facade?“ /////// No, The old poems weren’t a facade, I didn’t know God, But we met at a facility, At a time when the enemy, Was all in to me, But He, Sat down with me, And began to teach me, Gave me a book of promises, And told me to read, So I read, The first words said, "John 1” Which created a burning sensation, Of love, For the only One, Who can truly fix, A broken person…