My desire for you was like a suffocated flame struggling for a gasp Trapped behind bars made out of bullshit entirely, I know that But still stuck sucking air through a straw I wasn't asking you to blow me But you did. You did it twice. First you blew me into space Then you blew me away with the text "When will you stop being afraid of me?" Maybe I got ovewhelmed In the realm of dreams and futures A small flame like me couldn't stand a chance against a little wind up my dress, I guess
(written 1/13/18)