It starts out
like a craving—
brief,
instant, momentary,
but very temping.
A reminder of
what I want most
and what
I can't have.
A pair of
crescent eclipses,
and a distant voice,
arms held out,
ready to entomb
my aching heart.
It started out
like a craving—
every drop of
carefully curated
connection
left me wanting more,
always more.
And now,
here I am,
revisiting the casket
of someone
that I attempted
to bury alive
but managed to escape.
And now,
here we are,
finding each other's
tune
and sharing
melodies,
where the silence
once reigned,
not too long ago.
All off a sudden,
your siren call
is impossible to ignore.
So, here I am,
begging for you
to light the match
that rekindles
the flame
of our souls, entwined.
Here I am,
desperate to satisfy
the hungry beast
that inhabits the void
of my chest.
All it ever asked for
was you.
All it ever needed
was for a fire
to consume it,
to swallow it whole.
I am soaked
in gasoline,
and handing you
the matches.
So, here we are,
two people
holding out their hands,
and hoping
to ignite
each other
and let it burn.
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