spark&ashes

My greatest act of restraint is pretending my heart is a smaller room than it truly is.

I keep dimming the lantern, afraid its brightness will blind you, while secretly hoping you still notice the light.

You are not asking for too little; I am simply arriving with entire seasons in my hands.

I have spent so long worrying that my love might overwhelm you that I never considered how lonely it is to keep an ocean pretending to be a glass of water.

Every time I choose not to reach for you, it is not indifference. It is affection trembling at the edge of its own magnitude.

Love is such a large word,

full of promises people make

before they know what they are promising.

What I need is simpler.

When I fall apart,

I need someone willing to sit on the floor beside me.

Someone patient enough

to gather the pieces without rushing.

Someone who does not mistake broken

for finished.

If I am a puzzle,

I do not want to spend my life

searching for missing pieces.

I want to be whole.

And when I scatter,

as all things eventually do,

I want someone who remembers

what I looked like before the fall.

Someone who does not try to remake me.

Someone who simply helps me

a warning whispered to your soul.

You scorch me with your fire,

but only when your fickle flames permit.

The rest of the hours, I smolder,

an inferno of desire that devours me whole—

I burn, I blaze, I am consumed

by the unquenchable hunger for you.

a fleeting joy, an endless ache,

and me, wanting to be yours?