That thing that keeps you warm
makes you easier to burn

And that thing that makes you cold
makes it easier for you to breathe

Once there was a volcano
living inside me
I feel it everyday
It burns, it warms
Gives me purpose


I think I lost it
*Dormant (n.) - alive but dying

She wasn't a simile, she doesn't like to be compared. She was hyperbole, she makes you feel in extremes.

You are the star I always take a look at every night, I think I get to know you better everyday

But I am wrong

You are the same star that died a long time ago, the same star that may not even know me, the same star too far away to even notice

*And even if you weren't dead; I will be that one thing that would **** to embrace you, and you were the star that would **** me if I attempt to.

A lot of people told me
When you passed away
That I may have lost one good soul
But the sky gained another angel

I promised you before you took your last breath, I will look for you
I will make you fall in love with me again, whatever it takes
I will not get tired

But I am getting tired,

"How high do I  have to be before I can say I already am in the sky?"
"How far do I have to reach before I can say that I am already touching a cloud and not just mere water and air?"
"How high is the sky?"
"How far do I have to fly before I meet you again?"


*And as I take my last breath, I knew, the sky is not too far

If I am to draw where I currently stand
You'll see two circles, big and round
One for the situations I should be dealing
One for the things I wanna be in

*And I am in neither of them