You have a certain magnetism
I can't define it
I see your north and it's pointing
at my direction

I have never been this close to
falling in and out of love
within days
my heart is a stranger

I write songs to lull me to sleep
I envy the words that keep me sane
Hearing your heart beating to my voice
was all I wanted
not until yesterday

I have never been this close to you
not until yesterday you are all I want
I have never been this close to
falling in and out of love
within days

my heart is a stranger
my head is in a daze
it's raining while you're away
it's raining every day

Mom.  
            Mom,  

My skin,  
is alight.  
My fur, singed
like the surrounding brush
of my home
and your home (and their home)
alike.  
Each breath
and step  
that I take  
secures a winded grip  
from within my chest
as the crackled
orange embers, spread  
their scorching grasp
across the rest,  
of my feeble body.  
–For a moment–  
I, am picked up
in a heated embrace,  
then dropped
like a child  
gets disinterested  
with one toy
before pillaging
to the next.  

Mom.  
            Mom?

This isn’t a warm hug-   

We’re burning.

Can I be both
the center and
the ray

the middle
and the outskirts

and is this longing why
it hurts so much

and why you asked me
to expand?