“Tell me. What is love like?” she whispers to him under the stars. He stares off before the words fell from his lips like embers.
“Love. It’s like fire.
It’s so beautiful to look at. It is wonderful to make and have… but if you aren’t careful it, then it will burn you.
It will engulf your soul and leave nothing but dark ashes behind.
Love is both a warm fire on a cold night and a terrifying wildfire when exploring. Beautiful from afar, but a horror when too close.
I guess, simply put, love is something that with just enough distance could keep you warm and alive through the darkest winters in your life.”
His voice drifted off into the darkness and she knew he hadn’t kept enough distance before.
Tonight I sit in the apartment alone,
basking in the faint glow of a Christmas
tree we never took down. Maybe because
things were better then, serving as a
memory that stands as a tall, artificial
reminder of less worry, more love.
I impulsively clean the place sometimes
because I can’t stand the clutter. I imagine
picking up pieces of our relationship and
gluing them back together. Tape together
the old movie tickets I tore in half. Refill
that wine box I drained (I swear it was an
accident). Take back touching his skin
and embracing his worries when you
needed me most.
I am an impulsive soul and I am sorry
you were caught in the crossfire of
I continue for an hour straight tossing
empty beer cans and wine bottles into
the garbage and wonder if I’m throwing
away something more here. The Christmas
tree is still lit so perhaps there’s hope yet.
it’s a dim glow but it’s still on fire // Haley Hendrick
my eyes burn from crying,
and my skin feels like ice.
i feel fire in my lungs,
as i struggle to catch my breath.
my body is frigid and frozen,
my hands are numb.
too often does my body fight itself,
contrasting feelings that combine,
to create one toxic emotion.
i am tired of being a freezing fire,
something so impossible to understand that nobody tries.