Fighting with Fire

She tells a story.

A laugh, her whole body shakes.

She's beautiful.

She tells another story.

She was angry living it. Now she's just telling.

Even voice. For now, she's pushed it down.

Muse, baby, darling,

I would never want to be you.

I want to be with you, to speak, to see you close up and from a distance.

To take your perfect confidence and how you face the world with poise

And internalize it

I want to face the world with noise, tell them who I am, not be paralyzed and afraid. I want a sliver of your anger.

You tell a story.

It's word vomit, 2 sentences into a finsta caption. Pain. Late nights.

I want to be nearer. I want to be better.

I want a sliver of your courage.

All the times I stopped a word too soon, all the times I should have felt your anger.

I regret them distantly.

I feel too little, you feel

Too much.

We want an equilibrium. Inspire me.

Please,

let me inspire you.