A ball of white heat
Burns in the center of my chest.
It sends out a ripple
Of frustration and anger,
Of joy and satisfaction ,
Of longing and pain,
And though daggers fly between us
The ball of heat is only temporarily injured.
Soon it resumes it's burning display,
Perhaps even brighter than before.
This heat will only continue to burn.
To sear my flesh and melt away my bones.
Yet despite this knowledge,
It continues to burn.
It burns hotly in hopes of being matched
In hopes of being shared,
In hopes of finding a home,
In two bodies, instead of one.
These hopes I know will fall short
They will go on unanswered,
And unreciprocated
Because who this flame burns for
Is fireproof.