You lit a fire inside of me.

You began kindling it when we met,

and it grew stronger every moment I spent thinking of you.

 

Most people say they get butterflies, but me?

My stomach acid is gasoline and the moment we kissed,

you threw a match into it without a second thought.

 

Your hands burn my body, but I like the pain.

Your lips taste like ash and smoke, 

and I swear I'm addicted.

 

You keep me warm  and light my way,

but I'm scared

because just as easily as you lit the fire, you could put it out -

 

And all I'd be left with

is a 

heart shaped burn.

Published by Jasmine Uitto