Once I fall in love
My hands turn to flame
Just when it's getting good
My hands control me
They have a mind of their own
Every time the heart falls in love
Boom
Fire
Everything is destroyed
My own heart,
The ones heart of which I loved,
Destroyed
Even if for a short time,
Boom
Fire.
Fire.
Fire.
Flames, leaking from my arms and dowm to my palms shoot into your heart and your brain and your hair and your body
Everything in flames
Ruined
Dust
Death of a heart and soul
Because of me
All because my stupid hands burst into flame and go out of my mouth in the form of words that take over me and hurt the ones I love
All because of me
YOU ARE READING
storms and blood
Poesiathe death of which is unknown -figured out between the lines of within these pages
