You’re like a constant burning fire. The smoke is slowly rising underneath the doorway and I tried to shut you out, but you always sneak around me. You’re always burning brighter; you’re always burning me. Although, I’ve learned that these burns will eventually fade, just as one day you will fade; for even the hottest, whitest stars in our atmosphere die out overtime. One day, I’ll burn bright; one day, I’ll burn you. Watch me shine without you.

My legs did all they could to carry me away from you, but they weren’t enough to save me. There’s no escape from this place I’m in.

You were a pleasant surprise, like sunlight streaming through stormy skies.

We sat on your porch and stared off in silence on the first warm night of spring. The Texas air was dry; the land amongst us was wide and barren, yet I found it to be breath-taking as I watched the tall-standing grass dance along the current of the wind. The sun set that night was like a firework; a burst of colors. The hottest shades of red and orange blended beautifully with a gentle pink glow. And just as fireworks do, before we knew it, the light disappeared and sunk below the earth again. The porch was black now; our faces dimly lit by moonlight. We continued sitting in our silence, to which I had no objection. I find comfort in our silence; I find comfort in the beauty of this evening. I find comfort in you.

All I can think about is how to make you think of me. I feel you drifting. I feel you drifting the way one floats along in the ocean; the waves push you and push you away from the shore, until you’re just a speck in the sea. I’m stuck here on the shore and you’re stuck there in the sea. I want to take a leap and swim for you. I want to give you my hand and pull you back to me. I want to drown in you. But, I musn’t give in to what I want. Because what I want, is not what you want.