My Grandpa always calls me warm
He says I'm happy, confident
That I am who I am
Truth be told
I don't think I'm any of those things
I'm not warm
I'm scalding, brazen
I consume
Everyone I come near bursts into flames
Everything I touch turns to ashes
And like ashes
I let the wind guide me
I wouldn't say I'm fickle, no
I'm fluid
I affect life as much as it affects me
The only genuine thing in me
Is that I don't know who I am
YOU ARE READING
Quartz at Moondance
PoetryScraps of writting that weren't to be published, but still did. 「 I wasn't planning on letting the world see this particular book because it is very raw and personal, but I'd rather choose how my story gets told 」 W A R N I N G S ~ Strong languag...
