IV. FIRE
{FOURTH LETTER TO CARTER}
talking to you is like sitting on the curb, alone
swallowing down a bottle of everclear
fire! fire on my tongue!
third degree burns you left on my heart
yet you leave a certain taste i can't pinpoint when i kiss you
you ignite me, you leave me with a fire that won't die down
or should i say you left me
because i love you present tense
but you only love me past tense.
YOU ARE READING
every rose will die
Poetry❝every rose has a thorn.❞ through poetry alice tries to get over carter and carter tries to explain. / completed as of 8.16.17 /
