Sometimes the surge of feelings spirals into a depression, I shove it deep, so deep within, that I can feel happy pretending nothing was real, that your change of heart is based on love. When you say things such as you feel you lost your crown because somehow for me you had to prove that you'd no longer be pilaging flowers.... is my love so lackluster? Your honesty hurts, small daggers hthat rip apart at the healing... I'll shove it deep again, deep, my own mind and my own reflections. This is my space, where love and pain mix like a spiraling dance of inner chaos...
