"And her fire burned blue
The hottest, brightest hue,
And there was nothing
her family or friends could do,
As she was ignited,
swallowed, and broken in two."
"It was cold.
Then light.
Then warmth.
It was you.
It is you."
"My eyes burn from the fire that once lighted them
Now that I've cried the flames away,
All that remains are the dead ashes of my soul."
"And the moon loved him,
loved him so deeply.
But the love for her people,
for all people,
was greater than her love for him."
"My mother warned me:
Do not give your heart so freely.
I did not understand yet,
young and carefree; innocent.
And then I met you.
Strong, beautiful, intelligent, perfect.
But you did not feel the same.
I understand now."
"I feel so deeply in a world of shallow emotions.
So I covered myself in cold metal, built stone
walls around my heart. I've been carrying
everything myself, but my knees are
weak, my shoulders and back ache.
To expose yourself is to be seen.
To open up is to be vulnerable.
I'm chained to multiple trains
moving at breakneck speed
in different directions
and it's only a matter
of time before I
get pulled
apart."
"There's a cry echoing in my soul,
calling out for something, someone.
Calling, 'save me, save me'
an empty, desperate plea.
I'm drowning in my own flames
fanned high by loving hands
that abandoned me when burned.
Save me, save me."
"We'll catch you if you fall, they say.
If only it were that easy to fall.
We won't judge you, they say.
If only I could trust that easily.
We care about you, they say.
If only that were true."
"I don't understand why I'm always angry.
Perhaps it's the way I was raised.
Perhaps it's the people I hang around.
Perhaps it's the easiest that comes to me.
Perhaps it's the only emotion I know."
"I've broken myself
to give others
pieces of me
to heal them.
But tell me,
what do I do
with my own
shattered self."
"I let the wind carry me
to home,
to safety,
to love in all its forms.
I let it whip around me,
kiss my head and
blow my clothes around
in dancing, wild shapes.
I let it push, pull,
sway my footsteps.
I let it gently guide me
to a place where only it knows
and I trust it.
The wind carries me
back to you,
and I let it."
"Do you recall being human at all?
Do you remember being able to hurt,
to harm, to love, to live?
Do you remember your loved ones?
Your mother, father, siblings, lover?
Do you remember anything?
Do you miss it?"
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