We breathe the same air
and you want to bottle it.
If you could hold
everything I am
you would welcome me with open arms,
but
I am as heavy as a secret
Or the waves in a storm.
Constantly pushing you away
and dragging you under
at the same time,
you just keep trying
to swim.
Do not make excuses
for the bitter taste I leave in your mouth.
I am not an
acquired taste.
I am not a last meal.
Do not make me
your silver lining.
Should I apologize
for pumping the blood through
your heart, invading places
I do not belong?
For making a home
between your ribs
that can be so easily broken?
My cold hands
cannot keep you warm
and the fire beneath
my feet, will only burn you.
We are not made from the same
Earth.
I am as heavy as a secret
pulling you down,
burying you in promises
I never intended to keep.
So I am begging you
do not make me
your home.
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