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I grew up in a family of medicine,

my father was a doctor and my mother was a therapist,

my older sister wanted to cure cancer

I grew up in a family learning how to fix people.

but I was born with a gasoline heart and fire in my soul

and even the doctors didn’t know how to fix me

people are drawn to light and all my life I was told

how beautiful the flames in my eyes were

and I cried sparks, begging them

don’t come too close

you don’t want to get burned

I had the intentions of the doctor

to fix and mend and make well

but the actions of the arsonist

leaving burns on the fingertips of the lovers

who tried to reach inside my heat-resistant rib cage

didn’t your mother tell you not to play with fire?

My firework bones ache with the weight of gunpowder,

love will be the lighter that will cause me to explode

so light me and run.

watch it burst and shatter, and appreciate the beauty

for a few precious seconds

before it fades to nothing and falls to the earth.

but get out of the way; get out of the way,

because all I know is love like a flame that dies out too fast

and all I know is destruction.

I can’t make this fire go out.

my passion for anything and everything is painful, but so very alive.

and even the ocean in my brain cannot douse me,

put me out

because all I would be is ashes.

so let me burn.

let me burn as you watch from a safe

100 feet

look at the matchstick girl with bittersweet awe

so bright but so alone

i’ll continue to write these words with my wooden fingers,

until my heart catches the paper

alight and my words twist into black smoke

gone, coughing and choking on the destiny of no one ever reading

what goes on inside the heart of the girl on fire.

and to the brave souls who come towards me

with my flames reflected in their shining love-struck eyes

I will stare back and open my charred lips,

flames licking from the corners of my mouth and red-hot tongue,

telling them,

didn’t your mother tell you not to play with fire?

She wanted the world to be quiet,

She wanted her head to be still,

She wanted this storm to pass,

She wanted to be able to live,



He wanted her safe,

He wanted her to smile and laugh,

He wanted her world to be perfect,

He wanted to know how to help,



She stared at him everyday,

She didn’t know he cared,

She thought her feelings were a waste,

She thought she was stupid to feel this way,



He didn’t know why,

He felt like he did,

He wanted to talk to her but,

He never would have the chance,



She held it all in as,

She took her last breath,

She wanted something different,

She didn’t want this,



He never shared what he felt inside,

He bundled it all found a way to hide,

He followed her footsteps and soon,

He joined her and told her the truth,



She and he together to be,

This wasn’t another stupid love story,

But a story of souls meant to be,

Together forever in perfect harmony.

Enter the void.



Its nice here.



We have leather couches and flat screen t.v’s

Foods you cant pronounce


And best friends made of trees.



Enter the void.



Its nice here.



We have art on the walls,


And chandeliers the size of cars.

We provide the best safety,

if your scared just make the call.



Enter the void.



Its nice here.



Our neighbors are always quiet,


And our bathrooms are made of gold.

Where people never age,


But instead choose to stay old.



Enter the void.



Its nice here.



Where backyards turn to mountains,


And puddles turn to oceans.

Where heart breaks are never bad,


Your just cracked,

Your never broken.



Enter the void.



Its nice here.



Where smiles grow flowers,

and the sun is never needed.

Where fruits yell “i love you”,


While they're being eaten.



Enter the void.



Its nice here.



Where everybody greets you,


Saying “have a good day”.

And you say “you too,

because in the void we’ll be safe”.



Enter the void.



Its nice here.



Where parents never die,

and divorces dont exist.

Where coffins aren't made,

and all we do is kiss.



Enter the void.



Its nice here.



Where love letters turn to bibles,


And religions dont exist.

And all we do is good


because evil never lived.



Enter the void.



Its nice here.



People move in all the time,

with tears running down their cheeks.

saying “Oh, Void save me!”,


And it says “i got just the thing”.



Enter the void.



Its nice here.



Where all you see is black,


So just imagine all the rest.

Where rainbows come out of palms,


And intelligence isnt based off tests.



Enter the void.



Its nice here.



Where animals talk English,


And walk humans on leashes.

And all you see is peace


Because humans were defeated.



Enter the void.



Its nice here.



Where your feelings don't exist,


And you forgot how feeling felt.

Where your in a room full of people,


But know your by yourself.



Enter the void.



Its nice here.

Fine.

A four letter word.

Almost as deadly as all the rest.

Chalked full of emotions and yet emotionless all at once.

Fine.

She said as inside she slowly cried.

Fine.

She said as the anger shook her to her core.

Fine.

He said as the feeling of regret washed over him.

Fine.

She said one last time.

Because for once someone finally pointed out the lie.

One that she had been so careful to hide.

Fine he said means “it’s a long story”

Fine means “I don’t want you to see me hurting.”

Fine means “I am trying to be strong for you.”

Fine means “I still love you.”

Fine never truly means fine.

Fine is a lie.


And as she looked up at him after he had called her bluff.

All she could do was banish that word from her vocabulary because now whenever she said it, fine meant him.

And he was a lie.