Your heart is a wildfire,
burning bright,
too fierce for most to survive.
You love with your whole self,
with every scar, every hope, every pulse,
and it leaves you open,
vulnerable, raw.

You carry the weight of loyalty
like a crown of thorns—
every betrayal cuts sharper
because you believed
so completely,
so endlessly.

The world takes what you offer
and often cannot return it.
It leaves you hollow, aching,
searching for a place
where your love won’t be too much,
where your fire won’t scorch the hands that try to hold it.

Your curse is not weakness.
It is your depth, your intensity,
the way you bleed for others
even when no one asks you to.
It is your fire
and your fracture,
your beautiful, unstoppable,
******-to-feel-everything heart.