Heart Fires

Some burn of love.
Some care only
In coin or
Temporary
Possessions.

I burn the bridges
I once played beside
As I walk
Over their crumbling foundations.

I start
Forest fires
With my rose-bitten lips.
The flames rise when I speak.

You broke down
The wall I had built
To keep all out and away.

Only,
As the Bricks fall
They transform
Into black holes
Of sparking flint

I cannot control my actions.
Arson of the heart.

I create fires
That burn down
The whole city.

On Fire,
I’m deadly.
“Don’t play with matches,
You’ll only get burned.”
I’m not your match.
I’m kerosene.