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so, picture this: 

You feel an intoxicating burn

cascade through your being

touching every corner 

of every lie you've ever told. 

Catching all the buildup in your lungs

from all the smoke you used to hide your tears. 

Forget about the corners. 

Focus on the feeling. 

Focus on the blur you see as your lips are touched. 

You are pleased by what you feel

and what you've done

or what's about to happen. 

Let your body wander

as you mindlessly explore 

This desire

This perverse sensation

The lust that pulls at your heart

with its ugly wretched fingers,

The way it pulls on all your organs

The way it so destructively burns

and the way in which you love it. 

In flames you are, 

I can see them when you look at me

When all the world sees are calm blue ocean waters

The burn has reached your fingertips by now

Your heat has become dangerous

You can no longer touch without abetting pain 

but I will let you

I'd like to melt underneath all the things that make you burn

I wish it was still me. 

Engulfed in flames you felt alive

Just for a moment

Before the dust had time to settle

Truth be told you are a drunkard, 

and all your senses have burned off

But to me, you still intoxicate

because I saw flames, not ocean waters. 

11-4-13

Reviews

[Abby]

i'd like to melt underneath all the things that make you burn

[Alisa]

oh, hello sweet friend )