If her love
doesn't make you stay
maybe,
it was never your home.

Everyday,
moment by moment,
I grow strong
in your love.
It is a reminder that
once
I was weak.

One day
I met a girl
bloomy and tall
she wore sunshine
in her eyes
her hair prisoners
of the wind
and when she smiled
the moon arrived
yet when she cried
her tears resembled
petals, soft and purple
I think she was
made of flowers.

And everytime
I put my arms
around her,
I burn.

- Oh, she's fire.

And when you leave
I want you to
put your lips onto mine
one last time.
It is the closest
I'll ever feel to love again.

On some days,
she is the calm
amidst the storm.
On some days,
she is the storm.

Trauma made you
what you are.
But do not let trauma define
who you are.