"I had loved, and have been loved.
Then, I fell in love.... it almost broke me.
No more, but always, thank you.
I cashed my soul in at the door.
My flame-licked cape is in the coat closet,
like a failed hero...flying through fire, just to drown.
Please, keep any offers of love.
I lost, when I doubled down.
Don't touch my effing cape though, I earned it; it reminds me...
no matter how sweet it seemed, the 'love', was only poisoned honey."
🍀 Romeo's Loss
Leaking my brain into print seemed a better option than on the pavement.
YOU ARE READING
Fly Through The Fire
PoetryBrief bit of poetry. Failure, and gain. Not enough for a novel, but enough for a frame. Feel alone? You are. No worries...Me too. Perhaps I'll strike the match... Torch the light, within you.
