Sometimes I am driven to a state of utter insanity by the incredulity of my own self. How shamelessly I stand waiting under the sun looking up to the sky as if a sudden love would fall from it! I scratch my own wounds making a fresh pain out of them to live through. Was I not done with the devastating breakdown of my heart not many a while ago? But like a woman hypnotised I am feverish with a new hope-This time a wish for burning. Brokenness was bitter,I console myself but what if burning feels better. I will play with the flames, dance with its passion,let it get into my body like a ghost and then die down along with it as ashes. Maybe I am on the verge of doing much more than what my mind can accept. But you know once you taste of love, you will always want more of it.
No matter whether it causes a breaking or a burning.
If you stand back far enough You might just see it shattering A broken world beneath your feet The glass always cuts right through To me and you It burns up in flames As beliefs collide And minds collapse It slowly drifts away Who knows when it’ll be the last day.
The corners singed Smoke rising It was on too long So not surprising Next time I won't read: The email, the text, or the Instagram message. Tomorrow I'll forget I'll flick the switch And my mind will drift Like a balloon sailing out to sea And once again burnt toast Will be waiting for me
This Beautiful Boy And my heart hops in my chest as he breezes by me The air seems warmer and my mind foggier, Like the hot, humid day waiting outside the doors of the air-conditioned gym He stands only a mere few feet away and his gaze circles the room I can’t help but laugh at his bored expression as he sits in a ray of light coming from the window He’s an angel with a halo around his head and white wings anchored into the space between his shoulder blades My stare makes the ends of his light brown hair catch fire, cut short from when it brushed across his shoulders only a few months ago, the tip of a brush splattering paint on the back of his neck His shoulders that spread out wide against the confinements of his shirt, scorching heat tears open small holes and burn his skin red His legs, tufts of blonde that are almost invisible, catch my eye in the light, disintegrating into the air, and the soft skin of his knees blister and pop As they move toward his chest, the colors of people around him twist and blur into nothing Until it's just him and the light blue shorts sliding up his pale thighs His whole body is on fire His pretty thighs melting, his pretty thighs burning, his pretty thighs his pretty thighs his pretty thighs Bright images flash behind my eyes and my mouth goes dry Please don't glance back at me, I won't be able to look away
You look like a dream You sound like my favorite song You smile like the sunshine and it reaches every crevice between the darkness I carried for years. Your giggle is my own personal antitoxin to this ridiculously chaotic world.
You were like a storm cloud on the hottest days of summer Yet, when the rain comes down and kisses your skin, it's hot and unforgiving Like the rain, you tricked me and I was deceived.
You were the sweet humming in my ear on a late-night walk The gospel of your energy was contagious
You made a silhouette of our future Molded my mind to fit every crevice of your needs It wasn't enough, it never would have been enough for you.
You took my reservations and replaced them with reassurance. You were confident in the way you took down my walls. Every brick you removed was replaced with conviction on how strong you felt for me.
You built a safe house around me, I thought I was protected. You filled the house with ideas of the future. Words of commitment. I was open, i was free now living in that house with you.
Then, with no warning you burned it to the ground. I realized as you were walking away from it, watching me burn, that you have done this before.
I'm the kind of girl who burns through guy friends like rubber on tiers, like sulfur on matches, like gasoline and kerosine and flameward moths. But I don't want to burn through you. We just go together so well—like puzzle pieces. You and I are like day and night, sun and moon. If you only knew how it eats me up inside, keeping my cool. I feel this tiny spark dancing in my heart and it threatens to rake my body in flames, ready to pounce on me, licking and biting at the first sign that I'm falling for you. I'm really trying to hold my fuse right now, but one second we're joking and laughing and in the next you say something that tugs at me and I feel my hold on it slipping. If I don't burn you first, this fire in my bones will certainly consume me.
what did I tell you? only, I wasn't the one who did the burning this time. you burned yourself.