My love was the fire,
And yours was the fuel.
Every sweet word you said made the flames grow.
Until they were the most powerful.
We watched the flames grow,
Our hearts, as well.
Because it was new
And we thought it was real.
But I pulled away,
And you didn't stay,
And we realized we were both fools.
Because it was love, that much was true,
But it's only fun when it's brand new.
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Mistaken
PoetryA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
