Burn Me to Ashes
Your eyes. They mold in the darkness, pools of promise that graze me, like broken glass. I can’t blame you for what we’ve become, but it tears a hole in my heart when I think about the way you’d dissect me with your stare, the intensity in your irises intriguingly terrifying. My body jolted, jumped with the thought of what your look would lead to, the way your lips would survey my skin, a quick brush that made me heady for your mouth on mine.
But your eyes have faded, this dream has died. I look into them and cannot skim the surface. Like leaves cradled on the ground, all good must one day fall apart.
I just wish your cooling gaze didn’t burn me to ashes.