In darkness, I found my way to arms that never wanted to stay. With eager eyes hiding a heart that existed to appease, I was too quick to fall to my knees when love was uttered. Blood caked and dirt soaked denials were the easiest of my trials. I hitched a ride in the ‘just married’ car, decorated with pretty tin scars and lies that filled expensive glass jars. I crawled into the back seat with promised heat and devoured meaningless vows. Never the victim, I walked away from the wreckage, addicted to the craft of suffering. I sought to feed my need for a crumbling foundation and took another ring. The freedom I chased put me in a gilded cage locking it with the smiles of children. I’m allowed no gloom in this ink filled room. Instead, I write to you for salvation.