I was at the brink of vulnerability

but your cold eyes shut me out





i think that the worst part about this was

i was willing to see a future with us

i was willing to look at the next five years and see Him


i was willing to try

but he wasn’t anymore

i’m not worth it anymore




If I were a book, you would be the terrorizing fire burning all my pages out of spite.

because -your brutal flames negate the beauty of light.


If I were a book, you would be the flames feeding off of the words you don’t know

devouring everything that comes along that may challenge your inferno


because you have refused the brightness which was bestowed upon you

light that’s meant to allow people to see; you manipulated the embers that flew



you are your own pyre, in your damn empire; alone

you can burn my pages, but you’ll never burn my bones