Playing with fire.
From a distance, you're a twinkle, a memory, standing watch from your ivory tower. I'm curious, but not acutely so. You're on my horizon, you're peripheral. You're out of focus, you're out of reach.
If I step a little closer, your warmth draws me in. You're a toasty little fire burning cheerfully away on the hearth. Tendrils of your light and warmth reach for me and I bask in your attention, I am happy and comfortable and cozy in your embrace.
It begins slowly; a little singe here, a tiny burn there. I realize too late that your orbit has captured me. Once comforting, the flames engulf me and I am nearly helpless to escape.
I sacrifice a piece of myself in order to retreat. I am burned, bruised.
I mourn twice over, for in losing you, I lose myself.
If I step a little closer, your warmth draws me in. You're a toasty little fire burning cheerfully away on the hearth. Tendrils of your light and warmth reach for me and I bask in your attention, I am happy and comfortable and cozy in your embrace.
It begins slowly; a little singe here, a tiny burn there. I realize too late that your orbit has captured me. Once comforting, the flames engulf me and I am nearly helpless to escape.
I sacrifice a piece of myself in order to retreat. I am burned, bruised.
I mourn twice over, for in losing you, I lose myself.