drawn to fire,
excited to be burned,
amazed at what hurts.

i know it’s cold inside,
and you’re getting warmer –
your wings are charred.

he’ll never turn your head
like the fiery flame will;
shelter overhead, keep still

but no, flap your wings and go
find a danger, make your haven,
my safety net is broken

it’s getting
lukewarm freak;
make her stay –


all silhouettes are black anyway.

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