Burn

Dear, not “the one”,

I lit myself on fire to warm you when you were cold.

When we were drowning, I breathed air into your lungs as i suffocated in the deep blue.

When I stopped setting fire to my soul for you,

When the warmth I created no longer surrounded you,

There was a change.

Your heart turned cold.

Or maybe it was always that way

And I had a habit of hurting me to sustain you.

But I couldn't live that way,

Burning myself everyday so you could have life.

When I decided it was time to breathe for me and not for you,

When I decided to enable my life and not yours,

There was a change.

You shut me out, you closed the door on me.

Or maybe you were always that way

And when I breathed air into your lungs I also breathed words, thoughts, and feelings that were entirely my own.

But I couldn't live that way,

Changing the person you were to who I wanted you to be.