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.
You were the definition of Satisfaction. You were the blood in my veins, and the smoke in my lungs. I was addicted to you in the worst of ways. It was you who could quench the eternal thirst at my lips. And it was you who could satisfy the ravenous hunger in my bones. You were everything I needed all at once. And You gave me everything I ever wanted. A love that consumed me.
Check out the other poems in the "Addictions" series! This poem was written in 2016.
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