i stood in the inescapable home
the one you lit on fire with a simple match
unable to realize
i should not have sprinkled gasoline everywhere.
here i am, nonetheless
drawing closer to the flame
because i can't resist, i must persist
i want you, i need you, i love you.
that's why they call it a match
because it burns and wounds
it swallows you whole
yet you yearn for the heat.
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Stargazing
PoetryA collection of poems written while bored. Short stories will be included as well. Enjoy.
