I feel safe with you,
confident with you.
I have made myself welcome
in a space that does not belong to me.
The thought of evacuating
sets off a profusion of alarms
on the inside of me?
…so I think it’s best I stay.
The alarms ring again.
This time trying their hardest to prove to me that they ring from the outside
that they ring begging me to leave,
telling me to run.
The alarms, almost like a group of innocent prisoners yelling to be set free
beg me to come to them
to face the things I so desperately run from
to face solitude
to face me.
I’ve always thought you set my heart on fire,
I should have known you would eventually light my heart ablaze.
I’ve made out of you,
a safe space.
A dangerous place, a safe space.