Gas and Fire
I did "love you," "missed you,"
"want to?" "Can I kiss you?"
Those same old responses from years pasts.
Gaslighting until I'm without gas.
I tried, cried, and needed a "car ride."
I fought, wanted, believed you. "Why were you lying?"
"I don't hate you." "Promise." "Then why'd you stop trying?"
I won't be the same person as before.
"I can't," "I won't," "I don't know him anymore."
All these words together are just comparisons.
Like mixing proteins: Fibroin and Sericin.
Instead of being silk: so soft, so warm, "sleep fuel!"
We were Gas and Fire, too hot, never cool.
You said many things. "I promise," the main staple.
You broke them when you left me on a read label.
"I'm sorry I keep trying." "I don't know where to start."
Most days feel like I'm lying to fix my heart.