Being With Him Poem by Tiger Lily Love

I was sitting by the fire
When it all came back to me
A rush of emotions
A kaleidoscope of memories

Being with him
Was running through a field of flames
And it burned so good
It was that good kind of pain

Being with him
Was like losing yourself
And not caring if you were found
And when he looked at you
It was as if you were the only two people
Even if you were in a crowd

Being with him was a rush like no other
It was like running into open gunfire
You didn't care if you weren't covered

But being with him came at a price
That I wasn't willing to pay
So when he told me to hold on
I let go.
And here on the ground I lay

The worst part of all
Wasn't leaving when he asked me to stay
It was the fact that I didn't care
That who I was
Had started to fade away

The memories will come and go
But he won't be coming back
And I might never feel what felt for him again
But maybe it's best like that.