the candles flicker and they remind me of you.
a beam of light, attempting to go out.
i've never understood what it meant when people said,
"they're in a better place."
no, the best place for you is here next to me
where i feel the heat of your flame,
licking at my skin, burning me to ash.
you kill me, but i love it.
YOU ARE READING
untitled poems
Poetrythese are my untitled poems. i write when boredom strikes. they vary by my mood, and they may have different lines & stanzas than the next. they may rhyme. they may not. i don't capitalize my letters.
