{him}Mature

but with him?
I float,
i contemplate,
alight in the comforting calm
that never consumes like your fire
does,
but simmers and flashes
white hot on my skin.
Soft candlelight flickering in my heart,
light floods me with every incandescent look-
He never caught my attention,
not right away,
he never stopped my words from flowing from my lips,
but he held a piece of my mind
and refused to let go.
not after days or months,
and he still flickers in unlit recesses,
forever keeping me warm,
fire in my heart,
shining from the inside out

The End

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