Pyromaniac

Stability produces sanity but drains creativity.
I long for the tainted turmoil of relationships past,
We were fire and fire and I burnt out.
The all-consuming chemical, my love for you
combusted when I tasted the flavour of your lips
n felt the linger of your touch tantalize my skin
sending shockwaves of heat through my bloodstream.
A drug coursing through my veins,
I remain intoxicated.
Self-love abated by addiction –
for my drug of choice.

Flames bured wildly in my being ,
emaciating all of what I thought I knew.
Tearing down the walls of my heart,
scorching muschles, nothing left but tar.
Rebuilt myself with the ashes of our love,
Strangely stronger than before.
No longer comfortabe in my own home.
I seek the warmth of your being
unseeing fear and consciousness
flying closer to my Sun
unafriaid.

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