I think I love you
In a way love should never be
For there is a thing as Too Much Heat
Burns up our touch on Reality
Then there’s no place to return to
When the fire dies down
Like fires do
There’s a mad dash out the door
And frankly, it don’t matter if it’s you or me
One of us will have to run away
Fantasy something humans can’t sustain
What would it be like to learn to love the steady flame?
‘Stead of craving this insane raging heat
The Energy in you that brings me to my knees
But here we are, Combusting
I was a fool to think either of us can leave
Blissfully trapped in scorching chemistry
Ignited by other-worldly sparks
The kind that die out as quickly as they burst and flash
And set our silly souls ablaze
We find ourselves
In ashes on the floor.
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