Made to Burn
Life still runs feral in me. I haven’t spent all my trouble yet. There are nights I haven’t burned through, curses I haven’t spoken. I’ve spent too long learning how not to break. Now I want to learn how to live. To kiss the edge of ruin, to run from the right place, to wear the night until morning. Don’t save me. Wake me. I was never made to disappear quietly. I came here to burn until the last light goes out.