Healed Eyes, New Desires

FREESTYLE: “HEALED EYES” Yeah… What attracted me

when I was broken don’t even look the same now. Back then I

called it chemistry, now I see it was chaos. I was drawn to familiar pain,

mistook anxiety for passion. Thought sparks meant alignment, but really I

was reacting. I wanted attention, not intention, confused desire with being chosen.

If it felt intense, I leaned in — didn’t know intensity wasn’t devotion.

I chased what fed my wounds, not what watered my growth. Anything that felt

like home, even if home was hurting me most. But healing changes