I am more than the sum of my parts
The worth you assign to me
I don't have to accept that
Who the hell decided it was yours to assign anyways
I am more than you take me for
I just know when to bite my tongue
Even if it means almost drowning in my blood
I swallow my fire to keep from burning others
Let the ashes fill my lungs
Cough up more smoke than a house fire
The problem is I'm the burning building
Everyone else is running from
I hold my breath to let you escape
Forcing you away
Your axis of expectation is skewed
My hardened exterior isn't to keep you out
It's to hold myself in
I love too deeply and openly
Burying myself again and again
To raise new life from my broken ashes
I'll drain all of me into everyone else
Yet I still don't quite see the problem with that
Because love isn't what hurts is is
It's not having someone else to pour love into
About the Creator
Jane Doe
Exploring life via playing with words
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