‘My mother told me never to play with fire.’
My eyes looked into his eyes
and darted away just as fast.
His blue eyes however,
never left my direction
and I was getting a little shy.

‘Oh really. Not even like this?’
His lightly brushed my right arm
and that was when I felt the first spark.

It took little time for the spark to grow
and it spread like a hail fire,
burning every single thing in the way.

The spark in my heart was hotter
than the flames
or the fire
and the smokes suffocated my lungs.

Like all fires,
it got out of control
it left scars that
never healed
and haunted me
every time I thought
I felt a spark.

My mother told me never to play with her
but she didn’t warn me
about the sparks I feel in my heart.