You will look back
in a couple of
weeks
months
years
and realize
fear overtook your heart,
to which you
gave in.
Do not treat
your white flag like a victory march,
I stood my ground,
I left when I needed to.
You were a child touching love
that ran away
when he felt the burn.
I have always
been the
fire.

Michelle K., I Have Always Been the Fire. (via michellekpoems)