trust

i set a fire on the stove, and fed it every word i wrote, i watched my journals turn to smoke, now all there is is what i spoke, i decided long ago, to make the most of what i know, and worry not of what i don't, perfect the art of letting go, cause if i trust in something else, then i don't need to trust myself, i've learned a lot since i began, but i think i was wiser then, i've done too much and not enough, in trying to put you above, i cannot tell if i'm in love, or whose regard i'm thinking of, if beauty is the only way, to make the nightmares go away, i'll plant a garden in your brain, and let the roots absorb the pain, i set a fire to my soul, i hope it ate til it was full, i set a fire to my soul, it burned me and it made me whole