Nepenthe

I once loved the wrong person,

To the extent I degraded myself,

For the sake of love;

Surrounded by really obnoxious things about me.

While we're together;

Like there's no love at all—but lust.

Liquor, cigar and drugs;

Served as a nepenthe,

To numb the pain in my heart.

I keep reiterating thyself,

Not to leave me; stay.

I cried, every night;

Smiled, when the daylight shines.

But in the midst of darkness,

Lurks the bright shine of light.

It is; indeed true,

When you love yourself more.

Your taste in love will change.

Improve and you'll believe,

In the miracle of it once again.

Liquor, cigar and drugs turn into;

Music, arts and poem.

"Don't leave me." turns into "I'm okay even if you leave",

Like it hurts no more.

Fake smiles turn into real ones and become a routine.

I'm happy, I'm proud, I overcome thy fear.

I lost myself last year, I do.

I'm not losing myself this year-not anymore, for someone new.