Every moment I spend with you is an act of love that's slowly ripping me apart at the seams. With every stitch I become more vulnerable.
Our circumstances fall away until what I want most, what I would fight for most, is laid bare.
You hand wove the cocoon I escape to, out of love lost and disappointment and fear ... And sorrow.
I worry every day I'll emerge a butterfly, more beautiful than the one I was before only to be proven a moth recklessly and unrequitedly in love with the reflection of a flame. That you singe my wings and I am left looking the same but feeling empty ... Again.
What is more fool hearted than a moth pining for the fire that kills it?
The girl who loves a boy who is the shadow of the man that once loved her.
So now I pray to take on a new form.
For they can hold the fire within them to light their path forward and never get burned.