Healthy choices leave me so torn as I shift back to regular form.
No longer will I perform in spaces that feel foreign to my norm.
Jasmine is only a Rose without a thorn so it’s best to never leave a lover scorned.
But based on how I use to perform, I could careless about the bridges I damaged and the truths I left unborn.
These days I choose to perform in a manner that surprises even I.
With my spirit fingers I can make what you thought we had disappear and in delusion you stay confined.
Not often does my heart pay for the crimes but the times it does, I pain.
Healing from things I wished weren’t true but there’s no need for me to cast shame.
I said what I said and meant it.
Clearly you felt the same.
Toxic love story turned tragedy because all we did was play games.
And here I was thinking I was the only Magician; caught in the same generational curse as to our intuition we didn’t listen.
Today I realized I no longer feel the same because I don’t know who you are.
Who you used to be is just a memory and the pain from the stories across the oceans still feel like rain.
Overflowing through the holes of the insecurities keeping me in disdain.
I still quiver at the thought of another ever making you feel the same.
So I release you with love to a different lane.
As I destroy all the mental notes of the unfulfilled intentions we claimed.
Wild beast transformed my impulses have been humbly tamed.