and
i don't know
if this is me
just overreacting,
but
the only reason it scares me
when the wind causes my bedroom door to slam shut,
is because
i'm deeply afraid
that
i'll get used to the sound of people leaving.

some people never leave.
they're always inside you,
crushing your glass bones,
and setting fire to your paper heart

you cannot burn down history
it's not made of wood,
but hearts, skin,
and that empty feeling in your chest