the everlasting confinement that is love
or whatever
When someone makes you feel warm
You never want to let go
The coldness of the world outside them
Is no place to call home
There are people that choose you, and you have been chose
But that heat is not always safe
That fire that burns and burns
It’s impossible to use as an Escape.
But that Darkness is all you know
And a lantern in the sky
Is what draws you so close
To find that light in someone
The warmth and the glow
Is it the eyes?
Is it the throat?
The throat which those words come from
Those spoken words that hang
They hang in the air like fire and smoke
Spitting up flames soft as a stroke
Which one do you trust? Which one is a cloak?
The nightmares, or the feeling of being choked?
About the Creator
Essie
Brambling, atypical logorrhoea that really materialise in the form of hatching worms. Or stars.
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Comments (2)
Oof, this one burns! Love’s a cozy fire until it’s a wildfire, huh? That last line? Chilling. But hey, who doesn’t love a little warmth… even if it singes?
Nice :)