"I can see beauty in the ashes
of this thing I called love
the way your eyes twinkle when you smile
the way you worry when I cry
the way your hand is too warm in mine
one day these small things will make
some other girl so, so happy.
but I can’t be that girl for you
my heart is on the line
and I’ve been told time and time again
to watch out for myself
and just keep it safe for once.
so this is me doing something in between
not loving you and not leaving you
this is me killing myself in order to live.
my poetry some form of beauty
raised from the ashes of my happiness"
-teach me how to burn // c.r.