you turn me
into someone
I am not-
but-
the only time I am myself
is with you.
you are the sunshine:
with a small taste
I feel
radiant,
effortless,
full.
with too much,
I get burnt.
like a moth
to a light-bulb;
I seek you.
I will fry myself-
I will burn-
just to feel your warmth.
the hot sunshine
in the desert
forms
a mirage,
an oasis,
a luscious stream of water
to quench
my endless thirst.
when I am close enough
to reach it,
I realize there was
nothing.
all along-
my paradise-
nothing
but the hot,
dry sunshine
and my
never-fulfilled desire.
engulf my planet,
fatal fireball,
disguised as an
angel from afar;
I want my skin to melt
in your
blistering light,
like a candlestick.
I want to
melt into a puddle
of who I once was.
I don't know how to live without you.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC
you turn me
into someone
I am not-
but-
the only time I am myself
is with you.
you are the sunshine:
with a small taste
I feel
radiant,
effortless,
full.
with too much,
I get burnt.
like a moth
to a light-bulb;
I seek you.
I will fry myself-
I will burn-
just to feel your warmth.
the hot sunshine
in the desert
forms
a mirage,
an oasis,
a luscious stream of water
to quench
my endless thirst.
when I am close enough
to reach it,
I realize there was
nothing.
all along-
my paradise-
nothing
but the hot,
dry sunshine
and my
never-fulfilled desire.
engulf my planet,
fatal fireball,
disguised as an
angel from afar;
I want my skin to melt
in your
blistering light,
like a candlestick.
I want to
melt into a puddle
of who I once was.
I don't know how to live without you.