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When you are fire

Adam

Jan30 11:57pm
I miss you. Do you miss me too?
Jan 31 12:10pm
No you don’t, and now I know. I heard about the other girl that you told me meant nothing 2 weeks ago. Now You want to meet her parents, let them know their daughter will be loved and cherished. I can’t believe you’d look at me with such beautiful eyes then let me down and let this perish. Just two weeks ago you’d kiss me firmly and press your body against mine as we slow danced under the sheets. Kiss, love, laugh repeat. The perfect steps to our perfect routine. Now I’m lucky if I even get a look my way from those beautiful eyes that ruined my life. I want back into your arms, back into your trust, back into you. You were my safe haven, but I shouldn’t of gotten comfortable in THIS. THIS was destined to collapse, cave, crumble. THIS was a fire that burned until the rain washed it’s reds, and blues with reality. Reality that no matter how bad I wanted you to ask me to stay, goodbye seemed to be the only way. I have known many good byes and last kisses, I have known too many tears due to loves who replaced me with mistresses. I still adore you and still burn when you touch my shoulder in a crowded room, as if you do it for comfort I presume. It’s like the smoke that begs to be a fire once more, reminding you that it was once amazing, that it once burned so bright.. It was your safety when the dark consumed you and you needed light But it’ll remain too damp to ever spark again. Too ruined and unworthy of the efforts to repair, when it’s so simple to begin effortlessly with someone new. I am not ruined however, and I am not unworthy of efforts. I will still let my flames flourish even if it’ll scare off those who love a subtle fire. I will love the pyromaniac and I know that he will love me back. I am sorry for you, that you could not adore the passion and limitless affection, because you wanted a mild heat, a smoky the bear, fire prevention. You wanted something that didn’t scare you while you admired its beauty, that couldn’t hurt you when it grew past it’s boundaries; Something plain, but I hope you know you gave away your warmth on winter days, your spark when you are running on fumes the chance to have a pure love that would always resume, even when the days seem to be terrible and never ending, even when we’d feel this was broken past mending. You my darling could not handle the heat, you could not love more than my heart, you realized now I’m one that must be admired from afar. 

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