Dragon

Kiss me.
I kiss you back.
It's not right in front of me,
but I see it there.

The passion,
the blow of fire beneath our wings.
Who could have known we'd be here right now?
I loved you first.
But I won't love you last.

Drown me in alcohol.
Dull the pain of letting you run away.
I should have called for you.
I should have let you be with me.
But my fire burned out.

My bible rests in my hand taking the place of yours.
I feel safer, now.
I feel more ready to be me than any other person.
I feel like stepping out and breathing.

That fire started to burn too hot.
That fire started to melt me down,
and I am much to strong to give in to you.
I won't let my heart run away.
And I won't let you take it with you.

I should have loved you first,
 but I never loved you at all.
The dragon breathes fire,
but never under its wings.
For it reserves the strength to fly.

If you take me home,
I'd run away.
I'd fly home,
because you're not mine,
and I am not yours.

I will breathe on my own from now on.
I am the wings,
and I will fly.
Because I reserve the strength.
I will reserve my heart.

I never loved you at all.