Consent

by IdTakeABulletForYou   Feb 8, 2019


I stare at this match,
its red tip - the color of my love for you -
fully ready to burn at a moment's notice.
I ponder, this dark night,
how am I to let you know I love you?

This passion starts raging like a wildfire,
one I don't know how to control
as acre after acre is charred by its flames.

I think of everything that could be.
While burning in this fire-lit forest,
I am not myself
- but I stop.

In this love, my own desire is that forest fire
and my want for your happiness is the rain to put it out.
I would never allow myself to burn you down
for how could I ever love the ashes?

I ponder, this dark night,
how am I to let you know I love you,
when I am painfully aware that you
simply don't want to know?

I have come to the understanding, my love,
that I don't.

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  • 5 years ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    Love and fire.. often people compare the two.. a love like a wildfire; quick to spread.. some say it burns out just as quick as a match does.. others say it is eternal like a never ending candles flame..

    Here you talk about it as though its a burden. Loving someone who does not want love (or at least yours). You talk about how your stuck in this dillema of "do i tell them or not".
    It is always hard to bare ourselves and our heart after so much pain and suffering previously; however if we love someone, we feel the urge to let them know.. like if we dont tell them, we will combust

    Excellent piece S. Great imagery and sorry your in such a tough position..

    N

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