magic
I spend my days living my life in horror
letting myself be eaten by the inescapable fire of misery spreading on the floor
it's hot and burning me until the blaze calms down for a bit
I look up, and I see you, a boy whose magic can cool the suffering's heat
I unzipped the cover of my scars, thinking you would eventually leave
but you held my wrist like you wouldn't ever let go, I almost couldn't believe
you spin my world, which has stopped since I reached 15
you turn the pages of the book of my life that I stopped writing because I don't feel like living
you're neither the cure nor the key
but you open the door for me so I can at least lighten this tragedy
you're like a shield, my knight
like a hat in summertime that blocks the sun that shines so bright