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Maya Hanson (mye3)


Burned


You claim you felt a
spark. Maybe it was
just the fire in my
hands, directed at you.

You said I touched you
first. Maybe it was
just to get away from
the cold
isolation sizzling under my skin.

My head is oxygen
For a fiery sea storm
all day and all night
maybe it's a warning
sign, but
I'm hurling faster faster faster
into a universe never found.

And then when you
tried to kiss me
Believe me, darling
we were better off friends.

Your heat
warms me
and warns me
at once.

Your smile
controls me
I can't be
controlled.

My fear
takes over
a beautiful
sun
on a beautiful
day
in a beautiful
world.

You're a magnet
it's dangerous to
resist
the pull.

I'm being
swallowed
smoked
burned
by this
nonexistent
spark
raging into an
invisible
flame.

Someone
help m-

Submitted: Saturday, March 22, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 24, 2014

Topic of this poem: love


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  • Rookie - 45 Points Elias Uddin (3/23/2014 9:42:00 PM)

    You said I touched you
    first. Maybe it was
    just to get away from
    the cold
    isolation sizzling under my skin.

    Imagination......................! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,053 Points Elena Sandu (3/22/2014 5:52:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem! I loved the wonders and the struggle to keep in control to me feels like an unspoken fear running between lines of untied pleasure. (Report) Reply

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