you cannot fix
what wont let itself be broken
you are darling and you are daring but so much more than that
you are kind
my lord are you kind
endless in your extinguishing of the flames by which you were burnt
hell wouldve frozen over when you hurt someone that way
a child seeking shelter in the storm is not responsible for the care its given
selfless and hopeless in the sense of your heart being your own
you lend it out like library books
borrowed and scoffed and altogether ripped apart at the amusement of them
yet i will always await its return
i hope you see
you dont have to let yourself burn to light up a room
and you are not responsible for keeping others warm
take your heart into your own hands