The feeling is
In-escapable. Un-matchable. Dis-orienting.
part of tonight is laid with clean thought and forthright some they aren't really lies that tell me notebooks leer peers in jeers much darker than classroom strand with tardy replies hoy!?
You thought you could burn me
Char me Scar me Oh how funny it was to see you Trying to ignite An already burning fire With a measly match -stop, you’re just going to hurt yourself
we don't match
we can't be together please stop calling me a catch we’ll never be “birds of a feather” you can't please me it's not "written in the stars" i dont believe in destiny but this sure as **** isn't ours
Certain circles were
border less for two couples. One of the couple jumped into a wet sand area. One of the couple did play a chess match. The horses,the kings were at that time in contact with alien civilization. Some alien couples sitting on distance planet were betting through AI powered chess match.
A match burns so hot
In it's short, glorious life Never lit again
© LadyRavenhill 2018
Imagine if it was just me and you.
What a dream that would be. You're nothing like my last. Call me just to hear my voice. You don't let your pride get in the way. Tell me time and time again that you wish I would be yours. I know you would treat me right. For me you'd put up a good fight, but this is a match that you're not ready for. Consider this the standing count of eight. I see I'm leaving you hurt, that's not my intention.
In remembrance of my most unfortunate choice,
and most naive mistake. The day I had truly let the match slip from my fingers, and fall to the gasoline at my feet. Time slowing and slurring, like my once drunken muse. Watching would be my inevitable demise, but also my untimely rebirth.
It is 12:43 in the morning.
I am envisioning lighting my face on fire. Eyelashes drenched in kerosene, dripping down my chin, soaking my hair Blink. Blink. Light. I feel the scrape of the lighter under the pad of my thumb before my hair catches fire face engulfed in flame, turned to blistered flesh in seconds. People use the term “faceless” to describe someone they do not know the identity of. For that reason, my appearance finally matches my lack of identity. No pun intended.
two flare fires barely in sight
each lover the others light seeing the smoke- not knowing that the message is for them the one they’re looking for is next door two strangers intersect clueless and uninterested not looking to the side never realizing it is them the one they’re looking for is next door to flying comets in the sky look each other in the eye knowing they’re alike but not realizing that they’re paired for life the one they’re looking for is next door
until we meet again