Poems and other stuff

Forest Fire; Love

A conversation with you makes me feel on fire.
Don't get mislead, I'm not talking about your normal 5 alarm fire. This fire doesn't have bright orange flames and if you get close to me you won't perspire...But you can behold the beauty of happiness in my eyes when you tell me you're mine. This fire burns in me and it keeps me fighting. You...you don't call it a fire. You call it a light, my light. And you have always vowed to keep it shining bright and when you can't...when it's dimming, I catch you crying. Beating yourself up for trying and not succeeding. But even when it's dimming, you're what's keeping the electricity going. Maybe I can't light up a room or illuminate auditoriums but my face is still glowing. And my brain keeps working.
So, love, don't give up.
I say this a lot, quite a lot frankly. Frankly I will always be frightened of you getting too discouraged. Of you feeling the feeling of failing and no longer trying. Gosh. It gets me worried. I'm constantly worrying, waiting for your surrender, wailing when I feel I'm taking up too much of your time, willing you to please keep going. Willingly waiting to wash my stains from your brain if necessary.
You're concerned with my happiness and I'm more focused on yours.

Sometimes I feel like your biggest burden, burying any chance of your happiness. Baking your patience in my illuminations, but still Begging you to be my beacon of better beginnings. Basically I've begun to belittle your strengths. But before you begin to counter what's I've just said, let me make it clear that this is what's in my head. My heart knows pain and trickery. It knows when it's being deceived.

I just need you to know that sometimes I feel like a forest fire. Burning everything in my wake. Watching as its happening. Unable to extinguish my hazardous tendencies. So, Love, even through all of this, don't give up on us.