FEAR

FEAR

You’re like a tongue of flame on a candle

I’m like my little niece

Fascinated by your luminance

Wanting to be a part of it

Staring with big bright eyes

Wondering if I can get away with it

Just one touch… Will I be burnt?

I probably will be

But maybe then I will be connected to you

Connected by pain

Sharp and sweet

Burning your energy into me

What is love without pain anyway?

Then I remember the other times

When a bright flame caught my attention

The reckless plunging of my fingers

The pain, sharp and sweet at first

Then unbearable and deadly

Sometimes I clung on, bloody masochist that I am

Other times I used my fingers to kill the flame

A few times I just swiped my fingers across it

But one flame left a burn

And that burn was fear

And I remember fear

Fear made me wary

My fingers throbbed for months

Reminding me that flames, though beautiful

Can be deadly

Fear didn’t heal, I wouldn’t let it

I let it control me

And I never played with flames

But here I am again

Staring at the flame that is you

My burnt fingers throbbing

Reminding me that flames can be dangerous

But your light is different

Different in a different way

I reach out my fingers

I can feel the heat coming

Then it’s unbearable, but only for a moment

Your flame burns me, but not like the others have

Its burn heals me

It hurts still but it doesn’t cause me pain

Fear goes away at last

And is replaced by something else

Love.

Written by James

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  1. Chizzie
    October 25, 06:43 Reply

    Oh baby, baby how was I supposed to know
    Oh pretty baby, I shouldn’t have let you go
    I must confess, that my loneliness is killing me now
    Don’t you know I still believe
    That you will be here
    And give me a sign
    Hit me baby one more time

    • Chizzie
      October 25, 12:20 Reply

      Ehm PP can you PLEASE delete this comment. I was severely wasted and listening to a Britney Spears song at that moment. Pls delete, its really lame

      • Pink Panther
        October 25, 13:43 Reply

        Now tell me why I’d wanna remove the evidence of your softer side? 😀

      • JustJames
        October 25, 14:46 Reply

        I guessed as much.. Can’t hold your vodka eh?

          • JustJames
            October 25, 19:08 Reply

            You’re unfortunately a very interesting fellow, when you’re not a psychopath.. So you will remain stalked *tongue out*

  2. Mandy
    October 25, 07:31 Reply

    Oh this is beautiful.
    James, are you in love? 🙂

  3. john
    October 25, 07:43 Reply

    your fire can be diff but its still fire. fire will always remain fire. I can quench it for ya.

  4. Tobby
    October 25, 11:00 Reply

    Na so…lol

    Nice poem anyway

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