At first
I was unwilling and ashamed...
I bore my soul to you
And you made the fire that was once small and frail
Ignite into a destruction
That grew out of hand...
Soon,
Too soon,
You become completely aware
That it was far too dangerous
For me to feel love,
So...
You took it away
And let the fire die out
Left me shrieking on the damp floor
In a puddle of fearful sweat and
Regretful tears
The fire that once filled me
Turned into ice that thrived on my illness
And I
Was left cold
And lonely.
YOU ARE READING
The Dynamic of self destruction
PoetryI don't know. Just trying to put my thoughts on paper before I lose myself again.
