You brought me to my knees and got out of me something you could never get out of yourself. You brought me flowers to my funeral and buried me alive. I clawed my way through the dirt holding the very thing you sought to have. I am an independent woman. And that shakes your existence. Because besides emotionally loving men, the only thing we have in common are balls. I am air and earth while you simply burn out. I sore through the winds and rise from the ashes. In a Whole-ly, Incomparable perfection, an Epiffani.
~ XoXo B
