rage and recovery

i am not her and i am not yours

you tried to break me with your words

you tried to make me walk away

because fear whispers in your ear

like a wraith in the night

quiet, cunning, desperate

you told me you felt nothing

you told me i meant nothing

because love ripped all your seams

and left you in the dirt

but i am not fear and i am not love

i am wariness and too much trust

i am softness and too little affection

i am sorrow and the dust flying behind tennis shoes

but no matter how i carved up my skin

to show you what was underneath

you could only see the stains of her nail polish

and the sharpness of her smile

i am not what you fear

but i am what you threw away

and i was not made to fill in gaps in your soul

i am my own force and i am alive

and i was made from exploding stars

do you really believe you can break me with your mortal words?