Your Memory Feeds The Flames

Flames engulfing
a frozen heart.
Flames fueled by agonizing memories,
And a frozen heart that will never thaw.

Two powerful things
That are uncompatable as nothing but items,
But attract like magnets as emotions.

The flames won't burn you away
And turn you to ash at my feet,
Like I so desperatesly wish they would.
In stead, they grow and devour me,

I can still feel you all around me;
The e3ssence I treasured so much,
Fed my soul everlasting happiness.

I see you alive.
I hear your voice.
I can even reach out and touch you.
But my heart thinks you died.

I miss you.
I love you.
Please come back to me.

I miss how you kiss,
Or how your fingers gently traced circles on my hand.
I miss the warmth of your embrace,
And how safe and perfect I felt there.

You started the fire,
Then left it burning.
And now it is your memory that feeds the flames.

Reviews

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Awww...I really like this poem! I thought it was interesting how you talk about a memory feeding the flames and the writing is green. I would have thought it would be red but I like that you mixed it up and did something different. I kept trying to figure out why you put the 3 in essence in this line "The e3ssence I treasured so much," Maybe it was just a mistake and I'm over thinking it. :) But anywho, I really like this poem!

"You started the fire,
Then left it burning.
And now it is your memory that feeds the flames."
My favorite part ^

Great job! :)