A Poem by A. Mae

We are too free. My love will not fit in a glass jar. I took the words that spilled over and with them I wrote you this.

I have always wanted to be your firefly
Extract my glowing heart from its ribcage, tie it with ribbon, and place it in a glass jar on your bedside table.
I could be your nightlight
If all the city lights flickered out we'd illuminate the darkest most narrow of streets, I want to be the searchlight that cuts through the hurricane, guiding you home. 
My hands shine in the darkness for all the times your fingertips have brushed mine
You stole radiance from brightest star in the sky and poured it into my bloodstream and I haven't been the same since 
Sometimes, although it is invisible on the surface
I always feel its warmth on the inside
Which explains why I've begun to reconcile my peace with the night
But the truth is 
I'm not your firefly 
No matter how much I try 
My flesh and faulty heart are sewn with the thread of human fragility 
I turn on lamps in the dark with hands that tremor uncertainly
I cannot stand the confines of a glass prison 
And while fireflies dance alone out of reach
Producers of their own light
I am always crumbling into your arms 
Feeding off of your relentless energy
I don't hold the light of my love neatly in my hands
It spills through the cracks of my skin and stains everything it reaches 
And there are days when the dizzying heights of the early morning sky choke my attempts to bring you the constellations
And there are other days still when I try to be your fire and I burn you
But you are good at painting with the things I spill 
And crafting art out of the metal and dust from failed stars I've tried to forge in your image
So there is only one thing I know anymore
I may not be your firefly
But we still glow

© 2014 A. Mae

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Added on May 17, 2014
Last Updated on May 17, 2014
Tags: love, firefly, love poetry, love poem, spoken word, poetry, prose


A. Mae
A. Mae

St. Paul, MN

I have literally no idea what to put here except that I spend far too much time writing and not being productive whatsoever and I decided sharing my thoughts with the greater writing community might b.. more..