I am queen.
A coalition of many generations before me,
A gust of wind. A rose. A wild goose on a chase.
So baby, don’t speak to me about love.
Don’t speak to me about needing someone so much you cannot live without them,
Don’t speak to me about being incapable of taking care of an entire entity that is me,
You scare me with the way you up and leave like this is a game,
A game you mustn’t play lest you lose it all.
Tell me, are you a sailor?
Are you a boat under water that you cannot breathe?
Forget what you’ve been told.
You are burning with desire, You are combusting beyond the shadows,
Look inside yourself. Look beyond the shallow wall that fear has built.
All things float away in time and soon you will be left reaching for a time that once was.
Don’t speak to me about forever.
Don’t articulate anything you are incapable of fulfilling,
You lie to everyone. Not me. Never yourself,
I can see clearly past the chains that are gripping your wrists,
Preventing you from loving the way you have always wanted to.
They keep shutting you out. Out of a love that is meant for you.
Forgive my ripping tongue. It misses you.
It cannot take another moment of acute insanity because of the lack of you.
So find me a palm tree on an island,
let us lay beneath its shadows,
Look at me with tremble and then peace.
Cover my skin with all the things you are afraid to say.
Stop saying you can’t. Because you can.
You love me. I see it in the way your heart is glowing through your chest right now.
It always has to be about love, doesn’t it?
It always has to be about a feeling that leaves you needing,
a feeling that leaves you looking for hope beneath the rubble.
So find yourself a moment and live in it.
Engrave it in the center of your heart .
Own that purpose when you find it.
Allow yourself the pleasure of absolute freedom.
You are fire. You are fire.
You are the wildest flame with orange around your edges,
And when the time comes,
You will burn to the ground, everything that stands in your way.