Love?

By A Poem Guy

Pain in the deepest depths of a heart,

Forthrought with a deep danger of assumptions,

Tangling a web of bleeding dreams,

Consuming the entirety of my being.

With desire for another, so strong,

Does joy become sorrow?

A toxin burning its way through the weak skin of wanting,

Until only the bone of greed remains?

Wanting a body so much that yours becomes risked?

Is that love?

Is love a medicine?

A scientific byproduct of years of work?

Becoming used so much to cure,

That those who it protected against,

Become used to it?

Those who relied on it,

Become immune?

A Burning desire of Lust,

Losing its fuel in the time it takes for a firework to glitter.

Potentially just as bright, and just as quick.

A soothing feeling of comfort,

Slow, but warm.

Never burning the holder,

Never causing harm.

But when one person has gasoline,

And the other has a small flame,

The flame will consume the latter,

While the former is fine.

A dangerous potential of a dangerous emotion,

A danger that thrills so many,

Drives so much,

Yet hurts even more.

A fire snuffed out to take the coals,

Stolen to start anew,

In someone new.

Someone else.

The feeling of regret,

Towards what could have been.

Too much flame,

Too fast,

Burned the other.

Spread until it burned them down.

A scorched forest,

What was once lush.