Poetry Collection

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You were the fire in my veins. Each day you'd burn a part of me up and I craved it. The simplicity of the relationship ignited me, made me feel so alive that I didn't realize I was dying. It was not passion. It wasn't even lust. It was nothing but an ironic consumption we disguised as love. You told me how much you hated pain, how it made your skin crawl. I think that's what was so toxic. I craved it, thrived in it. Dried out flowers caught up in a tangle of flames and oh, what a display we put on. God, there was such beauty in that incendiary flash.

But fires never last forever. One day, after you've burnt up another girl you'll look back and remember. Ashes birth phoenixes, but sizzling embers? All they do,
is burn themselves out.