Burn

by Espoirfailed   Oct 20, 2014


Sometimes the sickening thought of it just creeps back up and
It leaves me all short.of.breath.
Then your misplaced hand heats me up all wrong like a welcome kiss of death.
So they are all probably right when they say lovers shouldn't be friends.
But I didn't see this coming.
And I wasn't lying when I said you're both my zero and infinity until the very end.
We were different in a world where neither of us quite fit.
To me, you were my home.
But I was just your escape route once you'd exhausted every last bit
Of the corners of your existence.
Well I jumped at you in an instant. And I have never felt anything more normal.
As if somehow in this fragmented reality I found the one thing to make my cold soul slightly warmer.
You were every layer of my being, yeah you stopped me from freezing.
When I was just your second blanket you could throw away quite easy.
But I took the hit like a sharp f**king needle into a necrotic vein
Because jumping into a burning building was a new kind of pain,
Where feeling anything was preferable to numbness.
And all I have to do is look at you to know I'd do it again.
You don't have to tell me, it's a shame we couldn't talk it out that day. But how could I accept your past when you couldn't stomach mine?
Let's be honest though, it's a cold world out here and we all know your shelter is a fire I would burn in anytime.

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  • 1 year ago

    by Ben Pickard

    An interesting read that raises a lot of questions about our relationships with people and a very well written piece. I loved the way you closed this poem:
    "Your shelter is one I would burn in anytime" - excellent.
    All the very best,
    Ben