peace

i watched myself catch on fire as the inside of me burned bright. in the heat of power, I forgot of my fallacy and soon I dripped with ash. My scars, though exposed, and once loved thoroughly with disdain, have started to heal proficiently, lending stillness to a heart that once ached with so much flame. First there was a he, whose tower was a fortress. He snacked on exquisite dynamite, and delighted in his own please. He was my fallback, and aptly numbed the pain … and helped to start a brand new road, full of courage, might, and fame. He wrapped himself around me, never giving me the key, always ready to take his flight, pretending he was king. He forgot to discern lessons, he tried to mask his stings, but I saw right through his camouflage; a dramatic reflection that mirrored most of me. our goodbye was tethered, between space and apathy … never were we committed, both lacking gallantry. and then there was the other he, who found his way to me … a clever event of providence, wrapped gaily around my ring. he bathes me in a beauty, his kisses are laced in peace … I become stronger in his nearness, and I sparkle in his grace.

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