It’s interesting;
everytime i see you,
in dreams or even in person
how you jump back,
Burned.
my eyes wander to the boy holding
you
my mind wonders to memories
Of me doing that.
You jump
scared shitless
as if I’ve beaten
You.
as if
Me
my faith in you
& our shared nights
jumped you in the shade you casted to hide yourself.
As if months of love in the dark
has made you go back
to a loveless man taking you into his arms.
Sparks turn to fire,
and we’ve turned the heat up,
like the gas stove at my mother’s house,
Several times.
inflammation all over you.
your skin.
The soul you once had.
and yet you have a fear of
fire.
I suppose you pretending it didn’t happen works too.