& even though mom says don't play with fire, it will hurt.
i couldn't help it.
you kept showing sparks of interest & i loved the way the sparks looked. so bright so exciting.
flicker by flicker we became a flame
playing with fire is like flirting with disaster
& i kept playing with the fire.
it was fun
it was different
you know when you swipe your finger through the fire really quick, then time after time you feel invincible, so you go slower through the fire then suddenly
you get burned. and it hurts. & your confused cause it was fine just a second ago... yeah i can relate.
burn. burn. burn.
before i knew it our fire was burned out. with a trail of smoke reminding me of our memories.
slowly fading
i can hardly remember.
all i have left is the burn on my finger to remind me of what we almost had.
and oh how i thought we were a perfect match, but darling matches burn.
& maybe after enough awkward and silent moments i'll learn that we're going to be better strangers than anything else.
to avoid the burn, trust the vibes, energy never lies. and know that oh does fire burn.
i clicked on this because i really liked the title, & then i ended up liking the post even more. ( i also really like the background image on your blog ). great job
ReplyDeleteand oh i how i thought we were a perfect match, but darling matches burn.
ReplyDeletewow. #stolen
"& maybe after enough awkward and silent moments i'll learn that we're going to be better strangers than anything else." I've had this with some people... #stolen
ReplyDeleteAlso, is your URL from Bound 2?? If it is I laughed hard. If not, I apologize.
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ReplyDeleteeverything about this post inspired me. #stolen to the whole post
ReplyDeleteThis is what we should be writing about. Fire. Or matches. Or heat. I want you to come up with all the writing prompts from now on.
ReplyDeleteThis is good stuff.