The fire

Sometimes

When I think of you

it is something like crouching in a post-apocalyptic burning room

my fear has overcome my hunger

the idea of anything entering my body revolts me

so I skip dinner

my palms are sweaty, shaking, waiting

to be more than just something used to push people away

when I think of you

My lungs clamp up from all the carbon monoxide poisoning the fire has caused me to suffocate on my own expectations

Maybe if I hadn't always turned the lights off you wouldn't have gotten used to reaching for just body parts

Maybe you would’ve reached for my heart instead

I was so afraid of the fire that I lit the match myself

Sometimes

when I think of you

I wonder if your love was made of gasoline

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

OUCH, wouldn't want to see your poison pen lol...poignant write...raw and whimsical...a lot descriptive sarcasm but that's good...that's relationships in a nutshell not everyone gets a long yet their magnetized...the dilemmas in life...sigh...young love. Write on. :)

[Cat]

thanks a lot! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

This is poetry dear Poet.
"Sometimes
when I think of you
I wonder if your love was made of gasoline "
Love and gasoline in the same poetry. Perfect. Thank you Cat for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Cat]

Thank you! I do try my best to relay my feeling in the most poetic form possible. haha!

[Coyote Poetry]

You did well and you are welcome Cat.

[B]

I feel this heat
I am enjoying this wonderful journey of fire
That goes out in water fits

funny how love goes ...... I love your style by the way
Really cool

[Cat]

Thank you! I didn't even realize I had a style lol! I appreciate your lovely feedback