Made my bed warm , my emotions a storm
And breathed thunder into my bones
He came into my life like a boon
Before he turned into a curse too soon
And like a moth to a fire , he consumed me
Little by little until there was nothing left of me
I wasn't his , nor was I lost in him
He wasn't mine , though I longed for him to be
I didn't bid for more of those long hours
nor wished he had filled my arms with red flowers
Now I'm lost , though not lost in you ,
Still , lost , like a candle lit in the afternoon
But I will rise again , like a phoenix from its ashes
And my heart will mend , not fearing the crashes
My mouth will curve again , with that bright old flame
In the memory of your brief love and on my lips your name
As I unearth mountains of poems , my hand becomes a shovel
making way for seeds of love and emotions blossom
Ink will spill and words will speak
For all of my stanzas know all about you and me
