Baby, why are you doing this too me. Setting my whole body/mind/soul on fire every day and never rushing over here to quell the flames. A dangerous game. When you know damn well that just one sip from your holy waters would calm the spark. (And then immediately make me want you 11x more somehow.) I’d happily drown in you forever, even if it kills me. I tell you all the times. Like it’s my sole purpose on Earth; I remind you. I think you love how intensely and obsessively I wish for it. I fear you love it so much that you’ll never let me get to the next level of the game. But, I know there has to be more chapters to this story. So I cling to the glimpses of an ‘us’ that you bury six feet beneath your words like I am dangling off the side of a cliff by my fingertips.
Arson. A criminal offense that leaves me daily in a pile of Ashes at your feet. But you’ll say, “At least you’re not so cold now.” An Ashy blanket; covers every inch of my skin. I can’t see anything through the soot, as I painstakingly peel my eye lids apart to see the destruction we’ve caused. But, it’s juxt two emerald lights and an all-knowing grin gazing back at me in the darkness. Seeing right through me with X-ray precision. Each breathe I take of you burns my lungs. A new high. I choke and cough until I’m dizzy. But, no gods allow me the sweet relief of death. The only force that could possibly release me from your grip. But the ache. The burns. The way my Ash lingers on skin. Stains all of my garments. It only make me want you More. A wildfire in a dessert. But all I can do is wake up every day praying for a merciful rain to end this suffering.
