A Tangle of Hurt and Happiness - A collection of poetry

The Fire in my Heart

I am not your ember,I am not your flame.
I will not light your way
Cause I will never burn the same.


You stomped out my spark,
Yet you're expecting my flames to restart.
Well aren't you just cruel?
Expecting me to burn with no fuel.


You stole away my matches,
Leaving me as nothing but ashes.
Without any flint,
My fire can't be relit.


The last of the smoke fades,
And I am left with only my hate.
The raging inferno that burned for days
Has gone away.


Fire hates the water that puts it out.
And you were the tidal wave that put me down.
The only way to start anew is to lose you,
To cause a drought.


But you liked the heat,You said the burn felt sweet.
An ocean that loved to steam,
Isn't that an odd treat?


You wanted the flames back.
No, you wanted more than that,
Always more than I had packed.
And when I faltered, you would attack.


How can I love with passion,
When I am only the leftover ashes?
As a fire, I burned bright.
But now, damped is my once great light.