#becoming fire

has space to grow, new pleasures; new people who fill the role

Grief still strong

can’t stop the flow, new treasures; new people who share the toll

I want to be asleep, I want to toss and turn

Let this feeling sink deep, let the red candle burn

Maybe I’ll just read, ignore all the words of each page

Stick to your guns if its what you believe to be true, but when you refuse to put yourself in others’ shoes, you become what you swore to fight.

Talk to the moon, a friend I’ve known, a spirit from the time I’ve grown.

I am meant for more you say once more, but then I won’t be the same as before.

Close to my heart no matter the distance, but you matter too despite my existence.

You don’t dull my light, we have different hues

You shine just as bright, Our reds and our blues.

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Your pain is mine despite what I say,

Tuesday:

To reminisce and remember why I came back.

Wednesday:

For Establishment and peers.

Thursday:

For bittersweet kindness.

Friday:

For family and space.

Saturday:

For remarks that left stains to clean.

Sunday:

To hide the mess.

Monday:

I felt everything and called it chaos. Anger was fuel and sadness was something to beat out of myself to feel more anger because I thought ire was what life was made of.

I feel everything and nothing at once. All emotions I let myself feel but not hold onto.

My happiness is bittersweet due to its durability. My sadness is gratitude for reminding me of the good, even when I lose.

It wished for me to scream, I stare back snub and fight unfair, Until we met in growth.

It said its oath; I am you and you are me. What I am is what you see. Through times of pain and perseverance, I am what’s left, your inner appearance.

I felt shame, I felt pity, What I did to myself was unjust and shitty. How can I say I was protecting myself when I was also the one destroying my health.

In return of his oath, I gave him one too;

Little by Little, Piece by Piece; We’ll pull ourselves together, despite our griefs.

I had trouble finding what was best for me; from seeing one lover to having three.

I’ve learned from what’ve done and what I read and now all I want is yellow and orange with my red.

I want the passion from flames, the brightness of its light, the joy that once came embracing me tight.

I got the space to learn who I need to be and what I desire;

From the tinder I grew free,