Like a child wanting to touch a hot stove
You keep telling me not to.
to stop.
Perhaps you should just let me get burned.
Then I will understand.

I don’t want to get burned.
I’m just curious…
How hot it can get before
My hand sizzles.

-how long have we been doing this?

eighteen years,
my heart has been yours.
every time I ran away
or wanted to be free,
you let me go.
but I came back...
you had my heart.
I guess you always will
have part of me.
I can't deny that.
one way or another I'll always come back.
you have me for four more years
and then...
you gotta let me go
for good.
and not expect my return
so soon.
can you do it?

-you feel like home

cover me like honey
sweet and thick-
warm.
make me feel heavy
and tired.
my eyes droop
with the heavy
substance.
I can't help but close them.
it seeps into my skin,
makes me soft
and I am stained
with the rich color.
golden.

-it enchants me