I keep falling for people who are wound

so tightly they are a marionette

to their own repressed emotion, and

if I spend long enough uncoiling

their laugh lines they come completely  

undone, shoulders slumped forward, eyes

bright with tears they didn’t think were



some people just don’t

talk about things

but I am a sparkler broken
in half and lit
from both ends,
coming apart but still
glowing. I am open flame I

will burn that paper mache smile

right off your face my honesty

is catching

don’t come to me with

stone facade.  this spark will never

be contained I

will be ember heat you from

the inside spread like an answer glow

like a beacon like a hearthfire

whenever you need

a place to call


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