I did not ask
to be kindling, to be held
only in the chill of your need.
You called me warmth
but tore through me like firewood
never minding the cold that followed.
I would have burned for you—
glowed, danced, stayed.
But you never asked,
only took.
Now I flicker, now I fade.
#thought
A hymn to the ache of exposure, where my own soul turns its blade against me, and the world watches, unblinking, as I stand unguarded before its merciless truth.