every field of your mind is on fire. every single acre of land that your thoughts reside in is being burned away. i taste the ash left in your wake whenever you draw farther away. you are sending smoke signals each time our eyes meet and your mouth won't utter a word that betrays that your head is always up in flames. our hands brush in passing and i flinch away. i didn't mean to, but when i touched you i swear my fingertips came away blackened.
(looking at you made me finally
realize i was on fire too.)
don't mistake this connection for a spark. we are both simply ablaze.
jeez when will i stop writing ONLY about fire sdfhjhff when did literal flames become a legitimate muse
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Symptoms of Starlight | Poetry
Poetry"you've been brushed by the need for something greater, your head waits for a crown." In which a girl writes down everything from 2 am thoughts to afternoon drabbles to empowering poems in hopes it all means something.
