Who stole the light from your soul?
I see the way you hold yourself
so
tightly.
Maybe you're afraid you'll float away.
You forget how love could be a dynamite lit at both ends.
Forget the fireworks of men
who pulled your hips
to prove that you were enough.
Forget thinking that this was supposed to hurt
as you ran head first into every heartache.
You are not a burning building.
And pain is not the only way to feel like you're alive.
