wack poetry

Playing with Fire

12 lines / Rhyme Scheme

5/12/17 - Friday

You always said "our love was like a fire," but a fire eventually dies out

you always said you loved me, but your actions always made me doubt

I like to think there's some truth behind your lie

and that you never meant to make me cry

Your love hurts me more than a broken bone

and as much as I hate to admit it, I always knew you'd leave me alone

As the fire died so did our love and our plans

and all I ever do now is miss the touch of your hand

I'll always wish you loved me as much as I loved you

but there's nothing I can seem do

-oyervidez