catharsis.

mortal mistakes.

look at me. do you know what I am? I have blood on my lips and iron in my bones; I am made of fire and smoke and stardust. I have gone to war with legions of demons belonging to both others and my own, and I have been beaten and crushed into the ground with the weight of worlds, only to break my own innocence over and over just to rise again victorious. I am untouchable, I am unyielding, I am unbreakable.

and yet.

and yet your kisses unravel me like the hem of a worn sweater, as your lips brush my knuckles and the length of my neck like whispered promises. and yet under your stare, my face blooms like a rose in spring. and yet your words and your embrace somehow thaw the ice within my ribs, your smile warming parts of me I've almost forgotten. and yet your hands on my hips feel like my anchor to this life, your touch a spark that sets my kerosene heart aflame.

it is only one day, with your arms wrapped around me, that I realize this weakness. that I have, quite unwittingly, broken my walls for you, and torn them brick by brick to their foundations just so I could let you see these scars I bear.

it is then that I realize that what I feel for you has become my achilles' heel, now that there is the possibility of you leaving me behind, my heart in your bare hands and completely yours to break —

and it is then that I realize that even the mightiest of warriors can make the most mortal mistakes.