There's a dark secret in me

In some ways I expected my code to be cracked and for someone else to do the hard work for it. I expected you to try. I expected you to leave. I had absolutely no expectations for myself, knowing, then, how unreliable I had become. So now, turned around, mirror facing backwards, I see that it wasn't really you I was pushing, pushing away. It was me.

This darkness, this warm embrace. I thought it was a partner at a dance. That I could use it to flirt with greater destiny. Now I see, it falls off me like smoke because I make it. It is me. Not just a drapery, but skin. Skin that I set in.

set me free