Remembering to Start Over

Painfully used to rewinding and living life in repeat.
You are a flutter in the horizon- something joyously offbeat.
This is the blissful torture of hope shaking away its old dust.
Puncturing this cage and waking me with trust.

Growing so tired of suburbia's claws callousing my heart,
I was suffering in the effort to slice it clean and embrace a fresh start.
Past ghosts never quite disappear, always lurking in the tips of my veins.
But yet here you are, so easily able to break through these chains.

Gloriously growing used to the comfort of no longer being so incredibly alone,
It's oddly thrilling to feel so dignified in the act of being dethroned.
The warmth of understanding was something I almost let slip away,
I was becoming ill from my overdose of russian roulette.

Suddenly though, I was given the most luminous surprise.
And all at once I find I'm no longer living behind a disguise.