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burn

i might have singed the edges of your heart,
got slightly too close and ruined it,
i can't always control the fire in my fingertips,
i would go to a doctor about it.

you said seeing me was like seeing your home engulfed in flames,
some cruel twist of fate sent down to torture you,
you said later that you were only joking,
but that simile seemed too specific.

you asked about the burn marks on the floor,
i said you asked too many questions,
you asked why I didn't like fire,
i said it reminded me too much of myself.

i wouldn't stand too close to me,
i'm a fire hazard,
reeking of destruction and gasoline,
tie your hair back to avoid catching fire.

i burn like the stars you point out to me,
i burn until there is nothing left,
i burn like your skin on hot summer's day,
i burn.

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Destruction huh, bit of a random subject choice I know. I kind of mixed in some subtle humour into this one, but you probably didn't notice because I'm just an unfunny person. Thank you for all the feedback on the last poem, it's really helpful. Leave feedback if you have any on this poem, hope you enjoyed it!

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