Car on Fire

I placed our love for a bright light and let it remain heavenly and strong yet, but somehow worn out from the excessive usage I take it out and back in again.

This time it looks different so much so, that we might as well be at the edge of space of time.

I can feel a strong warmth in your body, It’s like caressing burning fire to my fingertips and I know the rage has reached its point where you can’t repress the disdain and hate you have for me.

It’s the truth I feel it all over you.

In the burgundy of the ravenous thoughts, I kept reading your body language cold, your exterior so faint like a white rose except I haven’t seen the death of this moment we shared in foreign harmony.

Yet we’ve become victims of flames in our eyes.

Our love was so crucial for performance in nobody’s two or third eyes, a one-sided reflection charmed by Narcissus. I’ve already read enough between the lines to know I’ve fallen short and given my best to you.

I could amount to each flaw you have but still, come in empty-handed. Deep in rigid thought, in need of a touch-up before I let the rust settle in of what once was beautiful and fine.

But I’m not willing to bind myself again in leather lullabies out of fear of no safety net to catch me when I fall under. The left foot tripped me back into an unfamiliar state of winter while the hand I held in awe watched me fall.

I’ve grown to love the burn a little too long I know it’s time to move along but can I be the only one wanting to let the fire burns wild?

Like a car on fire.