like a fist fight
I’m dodging flames I didn’t even know where burning
I’ll hand my weapons in
I’ll wave a white flag
I’m just done swallowing the acid laden pretty things.
Deceit was tangible
It tasted bittersweet
I knew the flinch of falling embers from the last time
You’d burn the house down
I’d sweep the ashes
and build another tilted card house on the land mine.
You kiss my burning hands
and fix the faulty wires
and patch up all the broken hearts and all the shattered things
I can’t keep losing me
and preserving you
just so that you can have a fresh start every morning.
