Fearly

If I don’t follow my fears

how will I ever know

the point and the pain

in which I can change?

How can I obsess about

the fire burning in your eyes

and the flames and heat that lick up

from the skin you hide in?

I see you there, my darkest ambition

and I would fall to knees and worship

humiliated and degraded

by a whim of reckless danger

And here I am

waiting and dreaming

obsessed with desire

I want you to change me

tear me down

until I’m nothing

And I would follow you

pulled tight by the tether

the heat and the fire of you

and I’m waiting desperately

for your breath to fall upon my lips

giving me new words to fill up my chest

A new chapter of destiny

obsessed with the guiding of flames and light

my response to only you

and you could be the blemish of shadow

staining my blue and fractured soul.

So I follow my fears and I follow you

reaching out with tentative fingertips

slowly pressing into

treacherous terrain.

Uncertain of the end

the pain that breaks me

And seeing it in your eyes

 

 

 

 

 

 

reaching

 

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Author: doing2016

I started writing when I was very young. Then I was mortified on a bus full of people when one of my stories was read aloud. I lost my focus and quit. Now, I'm trying to find my voice and my ambition. I love to write, good or bad. So, I'm doing it here and now. Thank you.

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