12/20

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You were my light

So dazzling I felt your warmth on my skin

It filled me up and squeezed me gently

Like a familiar hug that had been gone for a long time

Your light grew stronger

As mine grew weaker

You were a hot pan I picked up too soon

Yet you kissed the burns it made

“All better”

I believed you

The gentle squeeze was no longer a hug

Instead I found my wrists enveloped in your hands

Unable to break free

And yet still

your warmth drew me in closer

And I was sweating as the flames grew stronger around me

So intoxicating

You were a drug that I kept coming back for

it felt so good, so right

The high erased the marks you had given me

Then the crash came

Your grip on my wrists grew stronger

As you braced me for impact

Death grip

Your hands to my neck

You watched with a twisted joy

As the life from my eyes grew dimmer

Your hands solely keeping me alive

Barely

Breaking only for a small gasp of air

But the air was so beautiful