#ignited
You had fallen so deep in love with her that she could see right through you, why did you close the doors on love? The moment you left she missed your presence. It was then she knew that she had fallen for you. Your love was intoxicating and lethal. You ignited a spark within her and now the flames burn.
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 7:36 PM UTC
A winter night
Missing puzzle
Mist of lavender soft
Who was she? Crazy
Words her baggage
Ignited wings fold
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 2:34 AM UTC
I wanted to drown in your love.
I wanted to drown in your pain.
I mostly just wanted to drown out the sound of you saying we weren't compatible anymore.
It took me a long time and a lot of rage and self loathing to get to where I am now.
To get me to a point where I can say that my self esteem issues didn't ruin "us" but that you're lack of trust in love did.
I wanted to be ignited by your love.
I wanted to be ignited by your pain.
Mostly I wanted to ignite the fire that used to burn inside you with such intensity and joy for life.
Once I realized you would never admit your faults and you would find any possible way to watch me suffer; it was time to move on.
But each time around the start of fall till the end of winter... I dream about you endlessly.
I wanted to slow down Your love.
I wanted to slow down your pain.
Mostly... I wanted to slow down time and stop us so we had time to figure out who we were together instead of damaging each other apart.
It took a lot of rage and self loathing.
It took a lot of tears and anxiety.
But I'm finally standing taller than ever and I can easily say it was not my self esteem that made us incompatible.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
that lovely night
when suddenly
you put your hand
upon my knee
and later
snuggled up under
my paw around your shoulder
a gentle flame sprang into life
from dormant embers
when afterward the two of us
were rocking to a softer tune
than music would us have
(we never made it
to the dancing floor)
the brilliance of your eyes
shone through your flying hair
the flame leaped high
and built a wall
hard but transparent
completeness was
within
* * *
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 4:57 AM UTC
Last time we met and gazed at one another
You ignited a fire
and left!
You went away to your business
Leaving this poor soul in misery and longing
You ignited a fire
and left!
I waited for you until darkness
You came late and found me unconscious
The pain was so intense, dear
What else could I have done?
You ignited a fire
and left!
Just by your one touch I was revived
Putting my face to your breast
Crying like an infant, I sobbed
You ignited a fire
and left!
You went away to your business!
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC
All of the truly eloquent words have been taken. There is nothing new under the sun. Different pen, different lover, different handwriting even, but nothing is ever new. Always used. This pen was used to write letters to another- this script used to impress not just You:
A lover, always a hand-me-down; passed from woman to woman, and maybe its your fate to be, too. Used and beaten and yanked around on a string.
I will never understand how you can put up with such a creature. How you can love such a devil.
But I know she does something to you. I know she ignites your desire; your lust. How she teases and tempts; submits and makes you feel like a man.
But its only a feeling. A feeling which will quickly fade.
When you're older, but never wiser, and her hips are destroyed from her dancing days, and she can no longer please you (what good is she without that?), you'll wish you had traded your childish wants for better things.
You made a mistake thinking she could make you happier now, than I ever could have in the future.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
Your skin, slick with sweat,
Burns where it meets mine,
Which feels to be every piece of me.
It reminds me of the summers sun;
I lay still, afraid you'll fall away,
Your blazing fires with it.
Instead I sit and ponder;
It feels good to be under
Summers harsh heat once more.
My own flesh grows hot,
Blood rushes to give color
To my failing parlor -
I've gone pale, but you!
You've saved me from becoming weak
With your self ignited fires,
Warming me from within.
Lips fall open, tongue is held..
A thank you slips out.
Do I ever miss summers scorching sun..
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 3:33 AM UTC
ignited
by you
and the love that
you don't give.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 3:11 PM UTC