Passion like so many things

What hopes and dreams do I have even left? What have I to look towards even now? The hope of a life laid unfulfilled? The promise of sweet grey monotony. A sweet kiss on the cheek. A soft smile. A dejected resignation towards a life I once dreamed, once fought tooth and nail to possess. 

From where does passion come? What makes it trickle away? Is it the simple reality of an age lived? The extreme heat of which I felt towards this life engulfed me so thoroughly I could hear the ringing of it in my ears. Now only a dull flame of hope remains. Threatening to burn out into glossy eyed apathy. 

But not yet. I know the flame has not gone out. I know because I want to scream. To fight. To throw glass against the wall mere inches from your face and watch it shatter into crystals of light. To lash out. To hurt. Anything that may yet set this heart ablaze. Even if that fire burns down everything I love. 

Is there still a flame in you that calls to me? A hunger, a desire for more? 

Or was there ever.

Please find a spark for me. And at once, join your flame to me so that we might burn for life. Even if it destroys us. 

My love. If passion be the death of comfort. Please ruin me. 

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[emmajoygreen]

'From where does passion come? What makes it trickle away? Is it the simple reality of an age lived? The extreme heat of which I felt towards this life engulfed me so thoroughly I could hear the ringing of it in my ears. Now only a dull flame of hope remains. Threatening to burn out into glossy eyed apathy.

But not yet. I know the flame has not gone out. I know because I want to scream. To fight. To throw glass against the wall mere inches from your face and watch it shatter into crystals of light. To lash out. To hurt. Anything that may yet set this heart ablaze. Even if that fire burns down everything I love. '

Such desperate words, emotion fiery yet, somehow - numb with pain. Your emotions roll into a loss of feeling. Ending your poem, those final three words are perfect. They are question and answer for what was written beforehand.