you started a fire in my heart
and fueled it with your love
and when you gave me all that was left of you
after everything that happened to you
when you handed me yourself
your hand was stretched out trusting your life in my hands
knowing that if i burned then you would burn with me
you did so knowingly
and you still managed to leave me in awe
because everything wasn't you and you had nothing but fire
and you managed with every possible predicament
to work on the ice within you and turn everything black
and make me crumble beneath you in every possible way
but those were the things that people called a fling
what have we done so young
leaving scars so old
YOU ARE READING
Tranquility
PoetryIn which Avaline furiously writes her story in red ink to find tranquility.