Who I Am
Who I Am - Updated Poetry Contest
Constance La France
I'm a flame glove
His heat kept me warm but burned me
I jumped into his fire, I'm lonely
An overnighter spark
Turned into an uncontrollable blaze and time
I wanted to stop but he kept fanning the flames
One night turned into months and years
One day I looked into the flame and blew it out
I love the catch
A fish, a beachball, a date
Not into finding a lost puppy twice
Doubly not one that barks
Or falling for lust and lapdogs over substance
I remember that first night his flame consumed me
Every inch was an unearthing
But that hooked landscape was barren like a desert
Copyright © Connie Pachecho | Year Posted 2024
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