Words will flicker into nothingness as they flare up off my scorched earth tongue.
Singeing the feathers of the carcass of what once was my fluttering infatuation with you.
But I have always known infatuation is meant to burn out.
It's as if I willingly stepped into a wall of flames.
I suppose I wanted to scald the inside of my mouth with one sip of your name.
I suppose I wanted to be burnt so bad that every time I tasted something, there you would be.
But what had you ever really given me?
I was infatuated with a fantasy
There was no reality
Only the mock flames that were forged
And then blew out so simply.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
Words will flicker into nothingness as they flare up off my scorched earth tongue.
Singeing the feathers of the carcass of what once was my fluttering infatuation with you.
But I have always known infatuation is meant to burn out.
It's as if I willingly stepped into a wall of flames.
I suppose I wanted to scald the inside of my mouth with one sip of your name.
I suppose I wanted to be burnt so bad that every time I tasted something, there you would be.
But what had you ever really given me?
I was infatuated with a fantasy
There was no reality
Only the mock flames that were forged
And then blew out so simply.