Day: Oct 18, 2021

We are not supposed to run towards the fire,

We are not meant to burn things we admire.

Yet, we step over instincts like cigarette butts,

All for some new taste to disrupt our ruts.

And I was the first fire you could not put out,

You would have used fists if that was allowed.

My voice raised alarms and broke some fences,

Two days later you ran out of defenses.

You hated my guts, yet you could not leave.

Some would even mistake the pressure for gleam.

The magnetic field never let you off the hook,

Your instincts got burned, you went off book.

I burned you alive as the crowd was watching,

Still, you gave me all your spare matches.

-JW