Sincerely, Jennifer x

I became besotted with my suffering at an early age,

bewitched, and addicted,

endlessly longing for pain,

because it numbed the aching want that wounded my soul,

spreading through each of my bones until I was dripping with poison.

I am so cruel,

because I have been kept captive by the idea that at any moment, I will be fixed.

I waited, and I waited,

unable to right my wrongs or write myself into someone new,

and I am still, somewhat yearning for the day that sinking my ship will allow me to do something other than drown.

I am still, somewhat learning to swim.!