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When we met you were filled with fireworks,
Brimming with brilliant displays Of the red of your temper, Of the green of your eyes, Bright enough to illuminate all the beauty that my heart was too young to have seen, And I was drawn like a firefly to a mystical glow. But you were spitting pinwheels to make yourself seem bigger than you are, Because there are two blazes at home who love to use you as tinder. You fed on the flames that forged you, and that fire made you strong, But it left your insides blistered and burning, A constant conflagration that you can’t help but spout. And I know That a lifetime of bearing your future has cracked you at your seams, And I know You think you're strong enough to bear it (and if anyone can, it's you) But when you add the expectations of generations The straw becomes an anvil And even the strongest camel has no chance. So I beg you, Melt my heart. Let me seep into the fissures in your soul. Let me make you whole. Though you reduced it to slag, And though it’s not yours anymore, I'll pick through the pieces of my heart And see what I can salvage.
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