the poet's fire

Chasing Light

I hastily scrambled for a glimpse of sun breaking the rain

I stumbled and fell hard as the clouds never stirred to change

Luminous beauty and enveloping darkness are one and the same

Dawn lights candles the dusk will quench time and again

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.

“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.

His dark eyes were ashes of a burning love.

He had been burnt.

—  Excerpts from a book I’ll never write #66

“we’re all worth it, man. we’re all worth millions of planets and stars and galaxies and universes.” — River Phoenix

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
my sins.

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
Sometimes personal experience is the only way to learn.
You cant scare a girl by screaming ‘fire’ if she thinks she wants to burn.
—  Burn Me Down I’m Begging You // Reposted from July
Fires can burn themselves out eventually, but you,
You keep the window cracked and
Keep on pouring in a little bit more fuel.
Flames might be kicking at your heels
But you haven’t turned your back on me yet.
When it comes to friction, I’m an addict
And I think you might be too.
—  IRL Love Letters: Long White Cloud

got ribs like matchsticks, like flint stones, like strike me and start a fire. i don’t know where smoke ends and body begins. i don’t know the difference between love and suffocation, anyway.

let’s set fire to this. let’s set fire to everything. pull me close and let the goddamn temple burn. drop the match and start running and i’ll douse myself in gasoline.

if i take the blame, at least i’m left with something. if i take the fall, at least it doesn’t have to hurt anymore.

—  girl on fire // s.o.
If you’re ever lucky enough to find a girl who’s a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind, you should hold onto that. Because she’ll be yours at two in the morning and at two in the afternoon the following day. She’ll kiss you where it hurts and until it hurts. And that’s important. Someone who not only knows how to turn you on but also knows how to treat you right is someone worth a little something… and a little more than usual.
—  so open up yo eyes.
And one day I stopped
Looking for the light, realised
The fire inside me was big
Enough to create my own.
—  charleigh aleyna.