Burning

The fire burns if only this late at night

The images of your eyes on my body

Tripping the switches that dim the lights

and sparking the scraps you left me.

 

It isn't fair for me to have to burn

Burn with your desire that you don't cop to.

It isn't right for you to feel the coolness of the night

standing in the darkness as the breeze guides you to sleep

 

I  would trade places with you in a moment.

Give up my martyr status for peace.

Surrender the heat and flickering flame for coolness and fresh air

But we both know that this is written differently.

 

I was built to live in the extreme

Constantly frantic and analytically paranoid

Unable to smile honestly when you tell me you are well.

My hell internal while pleasantries exchanged.

 

I should be asleep and dreaming

not engulfed in the fire that gets hotter at night.

It's not fair for me to have to burn

While you sleep soundly unaware.

Reviews

[Timothy Rawlings]

Wonderful.

[Voltaire Mephisto (aka ..]

Quite sexy.

[Legion]

Wow. I know exactly how this feels. Well done. Thanks for expressing these exact thoughts. Kudos.