Embers

My first 'love'

Well, close enough it seemed,

Was one I caught in the dark,

A pretty face on a glowing screen

A single finger struck a match,

And the fire grew stronger within weeks

The fire lit up my dreams

Until the temperature reached its peak.

With the fire in its prime

I met their face with mine

Past that screen online

And felt their lips on mine

Fingers, legs, minds interwined

But soon this fire had its time.

I felt the flames begin to shrink

Confused, tormented, frustrated,

Not knowing what to think

I tried to stoke it -

With my tears,

Fingers feverishly tapping sorrows, regrets and fears.

Yet the only fire that was left,

Was just enough to light their cigarette.

They say that 'misery loves company'

But does misery love misery?

Does depression love anxiety?

Perhaps it wasn't meant to be,

'love' is too strong a word I see

But this was close enough for me.

I was not in 'love', more in 'like'

But enough to let those flames ignite.

I felt their fire turn into ice.

I cared too much and payed the price

But still as tears burned in my eyes

I begged for their stupid forgiveness

As my pathetic consolation prize.