it took the movement of mountains and oceans and glaciers for me to build up the tar inside my lungs
i never would dare to say these words
they were smeared ink on paper
dreams that never became reality
i told her all about them
but they never did shape-shift
so here it is
as raw and bleak as i can put it
every time i look at her
i know that i love her more than anything or anyone i have ever felt or seen
she will always be the fire inside my heart
and there will forever be ice in my lungs when she leaves
