What We Lost in the Fire

Dignity comes at a price.
It’s hard to have any at all
when you’re opening yourself to another.

(The flames licked at my innards
and made me feel weak.)

If water is a saving grace,
then is it the same as peace?

(She sat with me by the shore the day she lied for the first time.)

Fire has no place in good people.
(Fire is everything.)

Resolve is easy to lose
when brown eyes come into play.

(I’m thankful for the fire.)

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