This is a personal documentation through poetry.
I am learning to look inward now, give myself love when I least want to. I do not live to love others, I live to love myself. I will find and create what is enough for me, and you will learn to let it...
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An ancient, dead flame within me Burns with the smallest flicker again. It's almost blown out by the noise around it, But somehow still, it is alight. This is a familiar heat, a quiet warmth That I grew up with. One that never really went away, I could never bury his fire pit. And every time I think of it now, I feel a strange taste in my mouth. Nothing like I've ever eaten. When I look up at the stars, though, I know exactly what I'm feeling, And why this fire never seems to go out. We lit this fire together, Why would I ever want it to?
And yet I cannot have you. You've been burning for someone else For too many years to count. And you cannot have me For I have too many forest fires to tend to. I hope you stay alight, in the smoldering spot you've always had within me. I hope you don't fade out too soon.
