Fire Cures All Ailments

by Brookie

I burnt my hand on your heart
the last time I attempted to touch it,
I still have the scars where the skin
is slightly deformed to prove it.

But that's what being in love is,
a strange attempt to hold fire
as if we were the ones who created
the flames in the first place.

And I'm to stubborn to let go
so I promise I'll be there again,
tomorrow, attempting to outsmart
the fear that the fire feeds on.

I swear I'll find a way to wrap
my own flames around yours,
healing the wounds you got
the last time you fell in love.