Poetry

Burn

Tasting your lips, touching you’re skin, holding you close; like love letters on an open fire, I’m burning for you.


You’re no good for me.
I know it.
Your dangerous eyes, pierce like daggers.
Your hands, rough and gentle at the same time, singe my soul with a single caress.


Dying a little bit, every time that I’m with you.
Killing me slowly.
Engulfing me.


You’re reckless.
You are reckless.
Your reckless ways, burning me from the inside out.
And I let you.


I can’t stop it.
I don’t want to.
I let it burn through me.
Because loving you is Hell.


Kim V. Poetry

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