He Lit Me Like a Cathedral on Fire

I lit candles in the bathtub and prayed to be loved like a tragedy. I wanted to be the heartbreak people brag about. The one that makes you write poems you never show anyone. He almost gave me that. Said I reminded him of a slow song on a fast night. He was drunk when he said it, but I still wrote it down. Still kissed it into my pillow like scripture. You can’t build a life on maybe. But you can drown in it. And I did. Beautifully.