fires in darkness
the fire has started
it blazes through
my veins and I
feel the burning.
Deep down, I’m
not so cold.
the heater is on
as i drive on the highway
it’s blasting, i’m sweating
but I feel okay
there’s so much impurity (regret.)
i think i’d be good for you.
even if i’m just a phone booth to walk in to.
i couldn’t tell the difference
between you and your superhero.
“too bad you had to have a better half.”
everything is complicated.
our arms hang limp at our sides
and i don’t know what to say
it’s like i just spent months
gripping tight to my fear
and now it’s subsiding
i just want you here.
if this is how it has to be
then so be it.
but i like the way i feel
when you’re with me.
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maybe we are all just the way we feel when we are with you; thats all that i feel like. like the lonley tree in a silent wood. you dont hear me crashing do you? just a lost echo in a seashell on a beach youve never seen.
Great poem.