Oct
31
pure and simple and true
love
like a flower on the brink
brink
brink of blooming
came crashing down on me
like a house with only one window
and my heart in that place
somehow survived
and its beat
beat
beat kept me alive
in all that rubble
with only me crumbling
me stumbling
and i did all this myself
i did it myself
and to myself
to fix the mess
that that fire caused
the interior damage
wallpaper scraped off
carpets blown away
i did this
created this new
safehouse
now gone
destroyed by your violent inflictions of hope
but i
now i
think i
i am no longer alone.
