You were the fire in my bones
and the river that ran through me.
Everything that I knew how to be
was formed by your delicate touch.
~ I grew so much that year. ~
Why are the walls yelling?
It's so loud in here.
They possess the voices of people
that are barely holding on.
I believe the front door
speaks like I do.
[This isn't what I thought it was.]
I was the "him" in her prayers
that she spoke of.
Long nights by the fire,
where I became the center of
your heart's desire.
Wishing I could heal you
when I see your turquoise eyes erupt.
I was everything to her,
she once told me.
Now, I'm not enough...



Maria 














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