Hothead

My yellow flames extend

their fiery fingers,

growing larger by the minute.

It's easy to lose control,

I gorge myself on insults and arguments

and thrive on tension.

In my greediness, I overconsume

and burn everything in my path,

taking pleasure in my erupting chaos.

Hurting loved ones is exhilarating in the moment

but once I run out of fuel,

their pain creates jagged lines in my heart.

The degrees in which I burn them

are unforgivable, often leaving scars.

I want to say sorry but the words

never escape my lips.

I'm like a candle,

If they put me in a jar,

I'll snuff out.

Sometimes, I wish they would stamp

out my flames

and leave me as ashes.