Breathe in fire
Breathe out rain
Love the hurt
i still think of you often
whether im with people or by myself
i think about the way you touched me
the way your warm pink lips felt against my collarbone
then i thought about what actually happened
i dont think of you often
neither by myself or with people
i think about the way you hit me
the way your warm pink lips sputtered those words
i hope i never think of you
you relinquished your chains.
i didn't realize the alloy
turned your wrists green
and soured the feeling.
i didn't realize you viewed them
as shackles, and not the comfort
endowed to you when i vowed
to protect you just two months ago.
i don't blame you.
no, i can't. delicate birds
don't like the clanking of cages,
no matter how intricate
the bars are constructed, and
of a lock is
yes, these words can stop here
(you take the life out of me every time you speak)
this feeling is not
symbiotic: you reduce
my core to nothing
at least i am something (ashes) and at least you are happy
i am molded symbiose!