" Phoenix

He already Walked through my soul, it's where he learned to fly
Now I'm getting used to being ignored in a purposeful way
Although it hurts when my heart shakes out of solitude’s grace
To find only a mirror willing to pull my embrace

Sometimes a title is dragged through its whole story like an anchor the reader's mind uses to decode ashes in the strokes
It places heavy crowns on delicate heads which form into it
As frail necks hurt from not being allowed to swing away from your sight
I've seen the rising from death by someone who truly thought they weren't coming back
And I've seen love cast into chains unexpectedly in the simpler sense of the word

To accept silence in response to sincere apologies
To stand in pain at requests our hearts don't want to fulfill
It's the issue we created by not separating our universes "

― , I tell myself, it's the enticing lull of the moon and her shadow