I'm painting my nails pink again.
I enjoy swinging a rope again.
Hell, I'm almost me again.
I had to die to get to my rebirth.
I would thank you for killing me,
but I don't hate myself anymore.
I like whisky and 7 again,
there's a Coors Light in my hand most nights.
Just like old times huh?
Minus all the things that were eating me alive.
I read more books these days.
God and I hash shit out and He tells me who and where I am.
I wish I had asked Him some things a long time ago.
It wouldn't have changed much,
it all unfolded how it was supposed to.
He tells me there's something I'll never believe coming for me.
I can't wait to see it.
I'm back to believing in the beauty of scars,
the cuts and burns, every bruise and its worth.
My heart has shed enough blood for a lifetime.
Like a muscle, I had to be shredded to grow.
What I once thought ruined me, made me.
I'll see you on the bloody side.
I'll be waiting with an open hand and healed up, scarred up heart.
XoXo, Gussie
