Fire Without Air

My hands are not steady, and my voice starts to shake.

Every single part of me just needs a break.

But if I’m not near, then I’m being unkind,

And taking a breath means you’re left behind.

I cry in the rain so you wouldn’t hear

The thoughts that I buried and covered in fear.

I carried your storms and stayed when it burned,

Kept giving you pieces you never returned.

And I’m like fire that is running out of air.

Now every word you say is more than I can bear.

To keep you warm, to light your way,

I lost myself to make you stay.

So let me go, and know I still care.

I’m just tired, and I’m running out of air.