Ashes

It's an intense feeling.

An all-consuming burn.

It started as a flicker.
A light in my eyes.

Trying so hard not to try.
To look the other way.
How could I?

We caught fire.
And I did my best.

I stomped on it.
Doused it.
Turned my back on it.

And you left it.
 
And I told myself that was the end of it.
That you were gone for good.
That I had dodged the bullet that is my want for you...

My want for you.
A craving that goes unsatisfied with each touch.
A longing that has replaced everything else.
This want is all I feel.

I stomped on it.
Doused it.
Turned my back on it.

And you left it.

But you looked back.

And now I can't see through these flames.

Even when I have you.
I don't have enough of you.
It's not fair to you I know.

It' not fair of me to want you so much.
It must be exhausting.
But it's all I know.

It's the only way.

Loving you a little has never been an option.

I stomped on it.
Doused it.
Turned my back on it.

And you left it.

So now I desperately reach for the gasoline.
And pour with reckless abandon.

Come closer Sweetheart.
I'll make you feel my want.

Then maybe you'll understand.
We can turn to ashes together.

Beautiful ashes.

Reviews

[M.E.Lyle]

Well, you certainly paint a grave scene. Love sometimes rips at a souls very being.
This sounds like the words to a song. Maybe you should put a melody to it. I wouldn't want to be the guy in this poem. I thought it might be a little choppy in some places, but it's tough making things always work out smoothly. Good job though.

[Alexis]

Very deep poem! Would like to hear the story behind it.