You started as a red fire
And I was the moth drawn to your flame
You came while pain was settling in
Took my hand and I became a fiend to the burns
I tiptoed around till you engulfed me whole
Set aflame like a Midas touch
Covered in diesel all that I loved
No more green grass behind me
A barren land all I see
Dead peonies and wallowing willows
Such a horrid sight when it wasn't your war to fight
Nothing to be kept safe
Nothing to be kept sound
In my eyes you saw flares
In my arms you felt the heat
You fed me with your own hands
Leaving my veins to carry inflammable kerosene
It wasn't only on the outside that I was a beaming sun
But my molten heart vessels were ignited until it was all said and done
My ears might as well be allergic to your voice now
They remember all your sounds but can't stand to hear you anymore
And the way my imagination would make out your scent
As if you're right here on my bed in the middle of the night
Now I just sit to wonder what about all the silly plans we made
The Rain, My Poems, You and I
Engraved on my wrist are the words we said
Victor for the victorious
Would wrap myself with the reminisce of you to sleep
As your breaths would shush me to slumber
Twilight thoughts and high confessions
You're a truth to all the liars
You can't decide so why drag me along
The vagueness that your words carry
Leave you to be such a mystery
Your unguaranteed soul loves to venture
Into protected hearts and break them
My tears turned you into a blue blaze
But left me a wild red fire
YOU ARE READING
The Words I Speak
PoetryWhile I'm silenced out there I'll speak my mind in here This reputation of the quiet Just let it disappear I've got a lot ahead of me Many things that I fear As I'm walking down this road I can finally see things clear . . . . . The Words I S...
