I set myself aflame,
even struck the match myself.
I didn't know I could do that.
In that light,
you found me.
You made your way to me.
You saw me.
You stared at me.
You took my hand in yours.
You held it.
You didn't let go.
You wanted to burn with me.
I felt it;
you were in pain, too.
When you touched me,
I reignited you.
You didn't care.
Our pain transformed into a light
that carved a path out of our darkness.
A fire that leveled everything that bound us.
We have set fires to parts of our past.
Fires destroy almost everything.
Does that include us?
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Caffeine and Me
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
