that shimmering sunrise in your eyes.
It was a sweet delirium, an illusion,
infatuation, a dose of primal need.
You held me against me
and I let you do it.
For a little while,
for as long as the spark was alive,
until the boredom gave us a poke.
Then you'll leave,
or I will, it doesn't matter,
it will still hurt,
it will shake our foundations,
but it won't break us,
it won't break me.
I'm like a mountain in
the middle of an earthquake,
it will shake me a bit,
it will leave me scared and alone.
But I won't shatter or fall apart,
I'll still be me, but stronger..and colder.