stinging love

November 11, 2016
By anamariatarrazo BRONZE, Santo Domingo, Florida
anamariatarrazo BRONZE, Santo Domingo, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
"The quiet scares me because it screams the truth"-Pink


You are a fire,
Burning, beamingly under somber winter nights.
With juicy orange flames devouring my wooden heart,*
Voraciously, redundantly, leaving ashes all scattered apart.
I remember when the spark was first born,
But now it’s a forest fire and it got me torn.
At first I thought it would only be a cigarette break
But it’s a dream from which I can’t wake.
Violent flares caress my blistering skin,*
Embracing every inch of me as if was dripping kerosene.

I feel you burning hard inside my chest,
This fire inside won’t let me rest.
It keeps me warm and clement, away from the bitter cold,
I’m a fool, I should’ve known I would get burnt.
Shades of steaming gold,
Tones of igneous red.
Linger like autumn leafs inside my steaming head,
It burns and flickers as I cogitate in bed.
It brings me down in a million pieces,
Like a wooden rooftop, to the ground it ceases.

I’m gasoline, it spreads so electrically,
Flaming through my veins, consuming every cell of my silhouette.
I gasp for air, but I can’t breathe,
It is too late, it’s emerging all over me.
How can I emancipate from this fire?
How can I placate this desire?

I’d need an entire sea to end this,
Or six years of pouring rain without a miss.
The salty rivers below my almond-shaped eyes,
Have already shed a thousand helpless cries,
And yet not a single flame has turned into smoke.
One day i’ll end up in ashes, one day to the ground i’ll choke.


The author's comments:

To me loving people has been like reaching for warm flames of beckoning fire that end up blistering and wounding my skin.


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