I'm afraid for you, sometimes. I think a little longer than I should, and I remember the way you looked the first time you told me about having been to jail.
The fact that you were scared to death of going back.
That you didn't think orange was your color, and how even having been there, just briefly, it changed you. A black spot on an otherwise glowing child.
I wanted to hold you, then. I wanted to tell you, it's okay, it'll be all right.
But you looked at me with your dragon's eyes and you said, "I'm never going back," so strong, so proud, I couldn't look away and I couldn't move.
You wanted to catch up to me like a thunderstorm, like a sea storm, like the high winds that captivate my heart. You wanted to push me off to the side of the freeway and make me have to take cover, but I have to tell you lover, that I'm never going to stop fighting back. I have my survival kit on my shoulders now, a fortress around my heart, and you'll never pull that apart, leave me lying on the sideways again. I'm sorry, boy, but this isn't a toy - my heart isn't yours anymore. So take yourself, my typhoon lover and take yourself away.