How to know the price from knowing to understanding each other better in relationship. This poem is perfect for everyone.

Rather than a warrior in a dress, but that's on you
for not reading the fine print;
I told you that I had a temper, but you challenged
that, as if you could know me better than even myself—
well, do you see my temper now burning in the
chaos of the most painful sunset to graze your eyes
or in the wrathful songs of the moon?
Perhaps you see it in the inflection of my name 
as it whispers across your brain,
in losing, you, I was able to find my magic and reclaim
myself and my voice;
I loved you so much I was willing to lose myself
but I didn't need to get lost in the melody of your darkness
or your many tongues of lust, but now I know better
Than to wear rose-tinted glasses because all they do is shatter
and present the truth that you wanted to hide behind
the illusion of everything honest—
I am grateful for finding and reclaiming myself,
of getting back some of the birds of me that, I thought, would
forever be lost and growing new flowers in the garden
of my heart that I never knew I could know;
but I wish it hadn't come at the price of knowing you.

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