Zen…

My heart burned so bad for Brad I forgot his fire could have killed me. His touch was so right I didn’t feel the spice of his flame. All I saw was the shining light, the flare his eyes gave my heart, the rush his smiles pumped to my adrenaline…

It wasn’t him, it was me. I was always focused on the shiny light, thinking it would change everything for us.

Now, all I have left is the burns. The scars, the deep wounds …the damage my own emotions inflicted on me. I’m thinking about the times I could have walked away whole, free and maybe, happy. I know I still can, but I still don’t want to.