Trust

I set a fire on the stove and fed it every word I wrote I watched my journals turn to smoke Now all there is is what I spoke I decided long ago to make the most of what I know and worry not of what I don't Perfect the art of letting go Cause if I trust in something else then I don't need to trust myself I've learned a lot since I began but I think I was wiser then I've done too much and not enough in trying to put you above I cannot tell if I'm in love or whose regard I'm thinking of If beauty is the only way to make the nightmares go away I'll plant a garden in your brain and let the roots absorb the pain I set a fire to my soul I hope it ate til it was full I set a fire to my soul It burned me and it made me whole