fire

fire in me
so happy
joy
splashing out of
my pours
for just one day

this one is mine
i claim it
i name it
i hold it like a child
holds security

Because now
i know joy
does exist without her
the one who put so
so much misery on me

that any scrap, like
a bone

‘i love you’
‘i’m yours’

i’d suck the marrow
dry

bruises that felt
like victories.
i am hurt
But I am not dead

And I will
capture
You.

Too bad there was
no you
To be
Captured

And I am left
With my
Scars
Memories of
Not
You

And yet still

I am lost

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