You loved me so fiercely I burned;

Now,

you’ll only be left with ashes.

You anger wasn’t something I earned;

No,

You gave out these bruises and scratches.

Scars that I’ll keep aflame in my heart,

Not by choice but

Being unable to tear them apart

Of the person I am.

You’ve built me,

Even if now

You’re only a memory.

But little did you know

From this ash I’ll rise

Remade again

With piece of mind.

Break my spirit,

Break my bones,

But when the dust settles

I’ll become again whole.

The little bird you kept caged

With its broken wing

Grateful for the new life you offered

Was really a phoenix

Simply tolerating

The cruel life it had suffered.