Habromania

I read a story once

about how the good man swooped in to help the loneliest woman alive.

I lived a story once

about how the good man cared more for his god damn pride.

If we're honest,

he was never a good man.

And it's funny now,

how his balter gives me ptsd.

I was never happy,

It was habromania.

I never felt full comfort,

my god, it was all habromania.

He thought he was my savior,

when everything he touches

somehow turns to gold,

then slowly rusts from the inside out.

Till the habromania

turns to repugnence.

I wrote a story once,

about the good man who helped me up.

I died in a story once,

when the good man used me to bolster his fragile little ego.

You have such a fragile ego,

one that younger girls can't see through.

And the good man, you know that he knows that.

I was never happy,

It was habromania.

I never felt full comfort,

my god, it was all habromania.

He thought he was my savior,

when everything he touches

somehow turns to gold,

then slowly rusts from the inside out.

Till the habromania

turns to repugnance.

I screamed,

all night and into the morning.

I died,

on the inside when he told my stories

to all the people I didn't know,

Jesus, even my own mother didn't know.

No wonder,

you go younger,

cause when we grow we learn all about your hunger

for glory.

I am not a chapter of your glory.

I was never happy,

It was habromania.

I never felt full comfort,

my god, it was all habromania.

He thought he was my savior,

when everything he touches

somehow turns to gold,

then slowly rusts from the inside out.

I rusted from the inside out.

Till the habromania

turns to repugnance.

I read a story once

about a good man who killed the loneliest woman alive

I wrote a story once,

about a girl who can't even begin to write

I lived a story once,

about a girl whose trust was shattered

I died in a story once,

about a man I used to trust,

about a man who would constantly lust

after girls who were too young to know better.

I read a story once,

about a bad man who wore a mask.

I read the story once,

then I burned the book on his front lawn.