He made fun of the fact that I needed my water to be
ice, ice cold in order to drink it.
But he didn’t understand
that I had feelings inside of me
that burned me up from the inside out.

That’s why when he held me at night
and ran his fingers up and down my spin,
he would say I was his own personal sauna.
That didn’t stop him though
from pulling the covers over our bodies
to hide us from the world,
and it didn’t stop him
from tangling his limbs with mine.

I breathe fire and I love you’s into your mouth when we kiss,
because my mouth fumbles when I try to say it out loud.
These unsaid words are just fuel to the fire that burns inside of me
and I’m afraid I will perish to its heat
before I can ever say these words
out loud.