ya know
my love for you is like a flame
small, at first, until it grows and grows, taller and higher.
for a while, you think it's ok.
it flickers, but you glance and look away once more.
that is until it falls and spreads and grows much bigger than you thought imaginable.
it's unstoppable force quakes within you, somehow chilling you to your core.
and one day it eats you up whole, you and everyone else surrounding.
but it wasn't the flames fault, for it was doing its job, following orders, doing what a flame does best.
it grew.
YOU ARE READING
accidental beauty
Poetryin most of my instagram posts, the captions are pretty and poetic here they are the captions i mean
