You set me on fire cause you like to watch things burn.
yet you were born in January a cold month of snowflakes upon your baby blanket.
so as I burned from my ears to my feet,
you watched with icicles running down your cheeks.
I knew you wanted to feel the heat but held back,
in awe that I wouldn't put up a fight,
I knew the unspoken words of the night, my plight, my right, so I burned.
icicles becoming raindrops, kindling among my flame and your snow.
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Climbing Up Out Of The Ashes
PoetryA Poetry Collection About The Dark Side Of Falling In Love With The Wrong Person And Making Your Way Out Of The Fire...Breath by Breath...Exhaling The Smoke & Breathing In Fresh Air Again. #100poemsin100days challenge beginning August 21- November 2...
