you are a bonfire
a haunting flame
licking your own wounds
burning yourself out
you are a paradox
tough as nails
but
weaker than words
you tell yourself
its okay
to barricade your diaphragm
like your ribs aren't doing their job
im here to tell you
we are on your side
we lay in the grave next to you
dying to live
this winter
remember to kiss your scars
like they're your long, lost imaginary friends
but they're very real
(don't forget that)
im here to tell you
there has never been a better time
for healing
the air is heavy
and so is your heart
the world is not your enemy
that's you
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
you are a bonfire
a haunting flame
licking your own wounds
burning yourself out
you are a paradox
tough as nails
but
weaker than words
you tell yourself
its okay
to barricade your diaphragm
like your ribs aren't doing their job
im here to tell you
we are on your side
we lay in the grave next to you
dying to live
this winter
remember to kiss your scars
like they're your long, lost imaginary friends
but they're very real
(don't forget that)
im here to tell you
there has never been a better time
for healing
the air is heavy
and so is your heart
the world is not your enemy
that's you
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