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Nov 2016
I got a new nickname it was
Pretty Fire and I felt my cheeks burning
when you said it
So I reached out to hold your hand and realized
All of you was burning

I should've realised you didn't call me warm, or bright
I was a pretty fire
forcing the world into an unfair fight

Not an offer they had the choice to refuse
The kind of fight they'd have to lose

Playing with fire never hurts the fire

Every day I burn too
trying to tell you that's not true
When you hurt
My skin turns blue

I have to fight though
everyone. i'm sorry that it includes you

people fight fires all the time and
i need to fight them too. they hate me
i'm trying to prove to you
they hate me
and i hate me too

but none of that was ever enough to scare them away
when there's stupid firefighters trying to put people out everyday

i'm blamed anyways
i'm blamed for when i have a fit
when you ignored it
FOR SO LONG

so don't call me fire because I know now what you you were trying to say
I am a fire and I hurt everyone in my way

I was a fire and to be me I had to damage
I was a fire and it was so much baggage
I was a fire and it hurt to look at me

so you gotta go where you think you'll be free
so good, go, and leave. let me be

Cause I know what I didn't mean to be

I didn't mean to be the retrograde
To make you
turn around and meet the friend I've made
I like to call her really late
I like to call her the Me I Hate

I like to call her
I used to like to call you
Call me sometime soon
dania
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dania
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     --- and Atlas
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