the one

I wanted to be the one to save you

to pull you from the burning buildings 

inside yourself

I wanted to be the one to resuscitate you

to breathe the life back

into your open mouth

I wanted to be the one to get there just in time

to prevent the tragedies declaring themselves

with sirens in your eyes 

I wanted to be the one to salvage your heart

the reason for surviving in spite of it all

I wanted to be the one

the only one

the best one

the last one

but you refused to be rescued

and I forgot to mention

that I was the one

the one

who started the fire

a. duncan, 2018

 

Artwork: Burning House by Lois Dodd

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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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