The Desire of Fire

The wood is on fire

like my body for my desire,

as it burns it keeps me warm.

Eventually it will slow down

before being blown by the wind

it kept me warm in the moment

with its fire and its bliss.

It only lasted a second so I pour more gasoline

the toxic smell is now getting over me

entering my body doing its work.

The sudden explosion of flames hit my face

it felt as if a thousand knives stabbed me in the exact same place.

The pain is the worst I've had to endure.

Was it worth it lighting the fire

only so you don't feel so cold and hollow?

Not every piece of wood is meant to burn and sustain fire!

oh look, more wood ahead of me

will it cause the same amount of pain?

will it blow out as soon as I light it?

A kiss and devour right before he says goodbye,

i thought it was something more,

I was wrong.

It what it was and now he left me here to cry.

Now this wood I see in front of me,

this wood is pure and natural.

The right one that will keep on

no gasoline and toxic waste required.

The right man will not burn you

he will keep his spark til he can no more.

He has kept me warm for as long as I can remember

in my heart he'll forever be

the love and the wood that was right for me.