After the Fire

After the fire

You broke me

Or at least you tried.

But there is a strange kind of peace

In knowing the worst has already been done

You took my trust,

Ripped it open,

Left me bleeding-

But not dying

burning,

And in the burning is something that you touched

Your silence doesn't own me anymore.

Your absence doesn't echo like it used to.

I stitched the wounds you made

You taught me that love.

Without care is cruelty

That promise without depth

Are noise

That I don't need to be seen,

To be real.

You were the lesson,

I was the survival.

And when I say I am fine, now

I mean it

I built this peace from fire

I earn