You speak like fire trying to convince itself
it was never meant to burn.
But I still remember
the way your soul reached for mine
before fear taught your hands to let go.
You say let it fade,
walk away,
never come back—
but if you truly wanted silence,
you would not write my name
between every line.
You can still have me.
Not as a wound,
not as a ghost you carry
through empty nights,
but as the hand you were searching for
in the dark all along.
I would still touch your scars
like they were constellations,
still trace the ache from your skin
until the stone stopped burning.
And if your heart still shakes
when it thinks of mine,
then maybe this is not over—
maybe we are just two flames
terrified of what survives
after the fire.
You say you want
but cannot have me.
The truth is...
I never stopped being yours
to reach for.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 5:04 PM UTC
You speak like fire trying to convince itself
it was never meant to burn.
But I still remember
the way your soul reached for mine
before fear taught your hands to let go.
You say let it fade,
walk away,
never come back—
but if you truly wanted silence,
you would not write my name
between every line.
You can still have me.
Not as a wound,
not as a ghost you carry
through empty nights,
but as the hand you were searching for
in the dark all along.
I would still touch your scars
like they were constellations,
still trace the ache from your skin
until the stone stopped burning.
And if your heart still shakes
when it thinks of mine,
then maybe this is not over—
maybe we are just two flames
terrified of what survives
after the fire.
You say you want
but cannot have me.
The truth is...
I never stopped being yours
to reach for.
I still love you...