Wandering out in this situation again, maybe, I was a shelter in the rain. When the raindrops are not dripping from the skies, I am left alone standing on my own, no goodbyes. Sorry if I was not that slow burn type of love, for I am intense, ranging and scorching brave. Immensely attached to your touch and warmth, craving something more than just your heart. So forgive me, If I cause you to melt like a lit candle wax, Leaving char marks on your soul running through cracks. Wishing you well on all paradox and chaos within us, prioritizing and maintaining your calm is a must.
-astra












