Jan 14, 2015
He gives me 3rd degree burns but it just made me love life
Caring about him does not extinguish my fire. It does not help to hide my eyes behind my hands when I'm scared. I keep burning, eyes wide open, because I do not trust anyone else to keep me warm, or show me the way. Maybe I do not burn with as much intensity, Maybe I require time to comprehend what I see. Maybe I am afraid of fire, or I do not know how to continue as me. Caring about him just keeps me alive, It is better that I take time to adjust my eyes to the darkness I fear. It is on sheer hope that I thrive, So please do not make it disappear.