I was willing to be weak for him
glow inside glass
flame hidden
only spoken to if my cage was kept clean
of expectations
my shadow stained the walls
a violent neon
Tag: emotional truth
Words burn the silence.
Tears quaking my body.
He loved my anger because it meant I was still his.
I loved it too for the same reason.
Vibrating cage bars
braced between my palms
aching from holding on too long.
My pride turned the key.
I still hold the ashes.
I stopped calling them passion.
Crushed stars beneath him.
dangling,
weightless.
Set down
on the back shelf,
still warm.
Drowning,
in devotion.