She believes she’s fire.
At times, it’s the kind that shines.
At times, it’s the kind that hurts.
They say stars are more beautiful from afar.
Because up close, they burn.
Maybe that’s what she is.
And I think she’s comfortable with it.
Maybe the future will bring people equipped to survive it.
For now, it’s easier if you just don’t touch her at all.
She knows and understands it.
The ones that want to be loved by her warmth,
The ones that want to befriend her light.
They want it until they have it.
They will realize it’s too bright.
There’s a price that comes with fire.
And as much as she would love to share,
She already knows.
She’s better from afar.
She walks on her own. Because it’s not you. It’s her.