Forest Fire
"There are plenty of ways to die but only love can kill you and keep you alive to feel it." - Leo Christopher
And when the fire burns deeply along the forest floor,
The destruction leaves us burning, wanting more.
When the breathing is like fire, like a swirling flame,
When your lungs don't know how to process the pain.
There are forty different memories, constantly moving,
The fire is fierce, the embers are soothing.
Because the pain from a burn is temporary to none,
The reminders are flashing, they go and they come.
Like a forest fire, the fury burns bright,
Like small forest fires, small reflections of moonlight.
I found your shirt the other day and it smelt of the woods,
Of the burning need, the fires, how the happiness could.
I smell your scent among the fire among me,
The memories assault me, they hound, they won't leave.
So I light these fires, to try and guide you home,
Nothing to extinguish, at least nothing known.
And so I burn these fires, around and inside, I burn free,
How I wish the pain was non-consistent, how the fires would stop burning, how the pain was extinguished.
How I wish I could flee.
But these fires are real and consume me whole,
They cinder my bones and scar my soul.
The memories are flashes, flickers of light,
How I wish the fires would be gone by morning bright.
How I wish this was okay and the fires were gone,
How I wish I could go back to make you love me and that you weren't lying to me, all along.
About the Creator
Alesia Kazicovna
Finally my four in the morning/long-car-ride/shower ramblings have found a home. 23 year old professional with a thunderous mind, wandering soul and eclectic taste of music.
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