Fire stings my chest.
Stomach gripping.
Head swimming.
Does she feel it too?
Or is that just what I’m hoping?
I live in delusion.
Beautiful stories in my head.
Love me, please, love me.
Say I love you again.
Picking up scraps, piecing them together.
A tricky little puzzle
keeps switching the edges.
This fits, that doesn’t. Just kidding, keep going.
Exhaustion sets in
but with love, there’s no stopping.
When the edges smooth out
my heart whispers,
that’s promise.
I think she feels it too, my love.
My daughter.
My heart soars with meaning.
Arms stretched open wide.
I am loved.
I have family.
Lies. Lies. Lies.
Beautiful, hateful.
Lies.
I know.
But I sink, sink, sink.
Wrapped in comfort.
They let go.
I won’t do it again.
I lie.
I can’t help it.
This love is too strong.
My resolve.
Melted.
This love, my love, was never mine to contain.
It grew within my body,
birthed into life
my love, my pain.
Fire leaves my chest.
My stomach, it loosens.
Does she feel it too?
Or was that only a delusion?
Written 6.26.26