Finding Myself Poem by wild fire

Somewhere in the cold
dark depths of despair,
I finally found myself,
clinging onto the idea of
sun.

I was determined to
see it again, to feel
it's warm breath on my
skin.

Glory to the one
who suffers,
and hail the
beast.

The beast is just
as glorious as the flower,
if not more
so.

Show me your blackest
grudge, and I'll show you
mine, the blackest
heart.

Pity to the girl who cuts
hearts into her arm. Sunlight
for the one who feels no
more.

Somehow she still manages
to captivate your heart,
hers only bleeds
more.

You can not tuck her away,
she's is no one's to keep.
She is your new
beginning.

You and your cute, masculine
sweet face, you think you know,
but you are her
destruction.

You see her catwalk smile,
but hers is no more.
You think you can save
her.

but she is no
more.