we always loved to play with fire
like the flames wouldn't ignite.
we fought every night.
but last night was different,
he finally set me to flames last night
and I couldn't wait to get burned again.
and as you read this
you are sure to be arrogant and think it's about you
luckily your right this time
YOU ARE READING
astronomy•poetry
Poetrythese poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins
