They told me that I was fragile,
That reality would break me.
That you were that reality.
They said you would destroy me.
They claimed you would crush my dreams with child's feet,
That I would be turned to dust,
Left with nothing but a nuclear meltdown.
That you would leave me with a bang.
That there would be nothing left of my heart,
I would be nothing but broken petals and shattered rubble.
But I don't think so.
I know you're more than smoke,
That you hide behind fire.
I want to be the one to clear your skies,
The person whom you say your final goodbye's.
I don't care about my pure white past,
Or if it's covered in ash.
I know I'm small ,
And I know I'm fragile.
But maybe I could be strong.
And maybe I could stand beside you and watch ash fall.
