I carried you to safety, out of the wreckage,

forgetting i had broken pieces scattered too.

I left them behind for you.

You held me close, knowing it was only a matter of time before you let go.

My eyes were closed, i couldn't see the deception waiting in your eyes.

Fires can burn silently too.

Claiming you meant bearing the weight of your mistakes as if they were my own.

Being vulnerable in your presence meant opening myself up to the flames.

I would've burned in them for you.

Nonetheless, I told you I believe in lifetimes.

No matter how much you've hurt me, I pray you're in every single one.