Her scent is reminiscent Of warm autumn draft, And as her late October Finds purchase under dead bark, Every leaf left to me Can do nothing else But shrivel up into kindling And obediently burn.
Her breath circles on my tongue Before falling into my blood, And the chemistry is the same As alcohol to flame. She is bound to burn me down To nothing more than desires That I am ill equipped to resist...
I was a kid, and you weren’t the adult I thought you were. I wanted to be cool, to be something more than what I was. You said you saw potential in me, and I wanted you to be right. You said you saw someone special, somebody who could be somebody. So, I let you … Continue reading “I wanted to feel your warmth, so I let you set me on fire. Now I am ash, and you don’t think you did anything wrong.”
She shivers from touches and embraces the cold, Burns away bridges while still on the road, Cascades across creation, fearing nothing but home; A heart doused in umbra, a living catacomb.