Here is a love poem for something a little different..... written about someone who was very important to me. But it wasn't a healthy dynamic. Hope you enjoy.
I believe our love is a fire.
Providing all the passion we require.
Ever so, warm and comforting.
Memories are made while emotions are growing.
A love so vast and bright.
Feelings glow much like light.
The smoke lingers like kisses on necks.
Flames graze skin like soft little pecks.
But if our love is but a fire.
It must also feed our desire.
This heat comes off as confident and bold.
Keep tossing in new sticks to keep back the cold.
A love so brave and true.
This is how I think of you.
Demanding all of me, with your flame.
I'm so easy for you to claim.
You draw me in like a moth to your light.
You always looked so stunning in the night.
I got too close, that's my mistake.
Who's to blame for this heartbreak?
The sizzling, steaming, scorching pain.
When we collided, I was the butane.
Explosive and instant, the shock sets in.
I feel the heat right through my skin.
Sore and burnt, here I lay.
Flames shoot from my lips with every word I say.
Firing right back at you.
All the things we use to do.
Resentment builds like ashes pile high.
Don't you dare be the one to say goodbye.
If you weren't so alluring, with you flicking touch.
I never would have fallen for you as such.
The flame dies down enough for me to run.
But not too much, as I feel our story is far from done.
You'd think I'd learn to stay away from fire.
At least long enough for me to respire.
However, I've never been good with fire safety.
Our separation was far from hasty.
So I run back to you, smoke still lingering in my hair.
I only want you to love me fair.
Images I'd cling to of how we change.
Sweet, soft words we'd exchanged.
But I forgot, you're just a fire.
Filled only with greed, lust and desire.
I caught light with you once more.
Burn me right down to the core.
Blow me out and steal my air.
Our love so destructive, a dangerous pair.
So now maybe I'll keep my distance.
At least until I hear the crackling of your presence.
No we can't do this much longer.
Each time your flames grow stronger.
I'm a candle, close to burnt out.
With you I'd die, no slither of a doubt.
You're light is just so hypnotic....
What if I just reach out and touch it...
-Jen xx
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