The Fire That Keeps Us Burning.

Two flames, one fire, both trying to consume the other.

You always ignite the first spark
the weight of the candle is lost on you
you're focused on traversing the dark
keeping ablaze the flame of your virtue

you hover your hand over the fire
burning the lines engraved in your palm
keeping alive the ignition of desire
you were the storm awaiting the calm

and burning mothers always give birth
to daughters carrying that very same flame
who will bury their ashes deep in the earth
who will burn the last remnants of their name

the name that they light on fire
the girl that they wanted to be
an error amidst melodies of the choir
a ghost that you weren't meant to see

the flames that keep us warm
the fire in which we relish
the heat that we drink in,
the house that causes harm,
the mother that never mothers
the love that felt nothing like it
the people around you smothers
your mind in flames that you lit.

you fight the wars you didn't start
to keep that burning hot fire alive
consumed by warmth, consumed by the spark
the flames that make you thrive

I am the fire you were afraid to hold
the flame you never dared to touch
yet you lust for me when it's cold
the violent sparks you love to judge

You ignite me,
and you blow me out.
You plant me,
then never let me sprout.
Just two violent flames,
fighting in agitation
just two bright names,
both seeking validation.

Two fires,
yet we were both always cold.