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
heart shaped burn.
Published by Jasmine Uitto