I’m trying to write about you but I’m not sure how to: I can’t call you ‘mine’ because you aren’t, and I can’t call you an ‘ex’ because you never were. You were an ‘almost.’ A ‘not-quite.’ A ‘what could have been.’
what could have been // a.s.m
Tag: crush
Is that an invitation in your eyes? Or are they just reflecting mine?
can i kiss you? // a.s.m
MY FIRST LOVE: the earliest flame to catch the wick of my heart. She burned bright and long, keeping me warm through Winter. In Spring, the branches began to fall, and her fire consumed so brightly it burned.
MY SECOND LOVE: a brilliant firework. When I fell, he reached out to catch me, but I knocked him to the ground with the weight of my heart. Never close enough to hold, he was gone just as quickly as he came.
MY THIRD LOVE: you set a fire in me I cannot extinguish, you travel through my veins. The first to heat my whole body: the only one I have allowed to spread this far. I am letting down my firewalls, risking third-degree burns, but there is something thrilling about seeing torches in your eyes.
love can set your heart on fire, but it can also burn // a.s.m
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