the wood you added
were words we threw
to understand one another;
the more wood we added
the more we got attached
the air you gave
were our gasps
transitioning our kisses;
the more air you gave
the more warmth you gave my heart
the flames
were the burst of feelings
i had every time i looked you in the eyes;
the higher the flames grew
the more I felt for you
the ashes that flew out the chimney
were our tracks we left
unable to hide our emotions;
the more ashes created
the more dangerous our actions became
m. raquel medina
Love is a tricky subject and everyone’s story is different. Some mourn something that never started. Some mourn something that ended after a long time. But maybe at some point there was a fireplace that both of you felt beyond what words could describe.
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