Cuddled in your arms, I feel empty.
I need more than what is you.
I tell you, it's not you, it's not me it's us. You tighten your grip before I beg you to free me.
I see the flames ablaze in your eyes. I set fire to the gasoline.
Why would there be gasoline to begin with.
I set it on fire, so I must be able to extinguish it.
I take back what I said. It's you.
You.
You're the emptiness. The flame smothered between us. The ashes and the ache.
You suffocate me. You burn all my oxygen. You crush me with your heart.
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When a person tries to kindle a flame but the wind blows against them. You can't force another to love or to like you. It only brings misery and sadness. That's what the poem is about, but if you see a different perspective, please feel free to comment it :)
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My Night-time Poetry
PoetryI sometimes write poems at night when I'm feeling too inspired to sleep, so this is my poem dump for when I can't sleep at 04:07 AM on a saturday. Please enjoy, and keep in mind this is just a side night hobby of mine, not perfect or professional in...
