There’s a collection I keep of famous poets' poems,
of which were most about love.
Because I feel like it is much more easier
to see love in other people's ways,
because I can't simply find my own.


You force me into this illusion,
not because you make me feel affection,
but because it is the absence of your love
that baffles me so--
of which pulls me in. That despite our shared touches,
it is only fleeting and weak, fading like rain
under the heating sun.


That I am the earth you burn like matches to gasoline, and
you're the sun, pulling in others until they bathe in your
undying inferno. Never your love.

Once walking through the clouds of heaven
An angel did spy on the ground below
Curious to learn the ways of the mortals
She shed her halo and carefully packed up her wings
She bid the comfort of heaven farewell, eager for more
And fell to Earth
The world greeted her, ablaze with flames
These flames began to burn around her heart
Promising to keep the Angel warm whilst she ventured on
Heaven envied the joy that the Earth did provide
And heaven wept
Rain poured from the sky
The fire that the Angel fell so in love with had started to die out
As the flames faded, she grew weak
But a spark had always lived inside the Angel
It ran through her blood
She unpacked her wings and attached them to her back
She knew the spark was there
She had grown weary of heaven’s jealousy
And knew it was time to battle
The Angel’s fire was so strong it put out the rain that had tried to **** her
Her wings were aglow with orange and red
For the fire didn’t control her, she controlled it