Buying myself

Only closer to the disease
Could I find the cure itself
I didn’t know
But love was ironically
hiding in the place of my hate
Only in the embrace
of disbelief
Did I see what I needed to believe in
And I don’t know
If it was my destiny
But owning up my
moment of failure
was the only way
I couldn’t have disowned
My idea of myself
As I could understand
Only a little bit of hate for parts of me
could buy me the rest of me

Own and Owe

Your thoughts, The brilliance of the moment
You both own and owe them to yourself
& deserve both its service & torment
The celebrations and also the preparations
are yours, and you owe it to yourself