Poem.
You told me not to fall in love with you,
because you knew I feared of heights.
But, I took the fall, and found out, it wasn't
as bad, when you took me to the beautiful
places: museums,parks and monuments.
Kissed me in every beautiful place, took
pieces of me; so whenever, I came back to
these places, the taste of you will come back
rushing like blood in my mouth, a metallic
taste. As if I was crushing stones, in my hands,
it felt like it was my own heart in your hands.
My mother warned me about people like you,
the ones who set the fires in the forest like,
lungs making it harder to breathe whenever
I see you. Leaving my heart scarred, from
the aftermath of the fire, my tears never
burned out the fire you left inside my chest,
my cells often rushed back to repair what
was still burnt, but sometimes; I feel as if
the forest fire never seemed to left all.
You were the burning image, a word
stuck in my throat; long dark eyelashes,
big doe eyes, and that wide smile that
seemed warm as the sun and fire.
You were the reason why people were
named after storms and hurricanes,
Poem. You told me not to fall in love with you, because you knew
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