A constant fire I’ve been putting out.
While trying to live. Trying to breathe. Trying to learn. Trying to love.
Trying to get you to look my way.
Aren’t you tired? Of always setting the fire? Of trying to burn my life, my breath, my mind, my love?
Aren’t you tired of never looking my way?
I always wondered if the cost of your silence was too high for you. Because you… You paid it with our relationship.