Smoke
We burned like fire and were extinguished until all that was left were the ashes.
I feel like I lost everything in the fire
Total loss
Utter chaos
Mass destruction
Gone.
It wasn’t a fire lit by
Teenage boys playing with matches,
It was kindling for a little while
The embers burned slowly
Glowing against the cold
Against all odds
We burned together
Because that’s what you do
When you fall in love.
The fire started the day
Your eyes met mine
For the first time
I think we both knew we were doomed
From the start.
But saw the world
Free of fire
In the other’s eyes.
See the thing is;
Fire still burns
when you pour Jim Bean all over it.
The flames burn brighter,
Hotter.
Our love glowed.
It always did
But fire is not beautiful
Fire breeds destruction.
It burns things that once
Meant everything to someone
And it burns until it’s nothing.
The smell of smoke
Stains your clothes for weeks
And no amount of washing cycles
Will allow you to forget
the night you lost everything.
Do not compare your love to fire
Because all that makes a home
In the embers
Is consumed
Do not compare your love
To something as destructive
as a flame.
I’ll remember our love
as the warm summer nights
spent by a bonfire—
you never want the night to end
and once it does,
it’s a memory that grows more
and more distant
but the smell of smoke on your sweater
will never let you forget.
About the Creator
Jordan Benton
I live in Columbus Ohio, I've been a writer my whole life. Poetry, Letters to myself, to my mental vices~I've been through a lot in life and writing is how I get through the good, the bad and the ugly.
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