When I think of you, I think of the scale
that I tip every time I pour water
out of my overflowing cup
You are the scale, you are the light,
and I am a tree, I’m a crown of a tree
you are a beacon on the treetop
I thrive in the brightness of your flame
I give you oxygen to keep burning
and when I think of you, I see no hatred
I see you know strife
I see just love and I’m trying
to grow taller and larger
So I can give you more air
give more for your fire,
so you can keep providing light
to the rest of the world
And there’s only one vision I have
at this point for us
and it’s not necessarily
Some children at home
but it’s applauding each other
choosing each other
as we receive our accolades
for achieving what we’re meant to do in our lives
I’m on a stage
being celebrated for giving my breath
and you are shining brightly
In this theater
You’re shining on me and all I see is the sun
It’s your eternal flame
All I’m doing is giving you more words
Too much of me,
and you burn too hot and too quickly
Too much of you,
and I dry up and whither through
That’s why your sense
of balance
is key to us
Where is the remorse for burning me?
But also, I need you to grow.
I need you to remind me like you do
that if I pour all my water out of my cup onto you,
you’ll tip out a balance.
I need to learn how to give you just enough and give the world the rest
and I need you to learn how to give me enough light so I can keep growing tall
You’re not meant to shine on the rock
You’re meant to shine on the green
A rock will simply absorb all your light, and give nothing back
And maybe you reject this vision of truth
because growth is uncomfortable and accepting fate and surrendering, too.
It is uncomfortable and scary,
but so is being complacent
and not doing what you were put on this earth to do.
But I remember the moments
in which we both surrendered
remember, every moment
in which we melted into one another,
perfectly balanced to give each other life
and especially the first time
when I saved yours
