If desires are a flame, then I am a wildfire
Making black of anything I touch
It hisses, I yell, with a heat
That melts the sweat off of my skin
A drive
A white knuckled, unshakable want
To weaken myself to what I want to quit
That burns my back when I look away from it
A moment of silent indecision
A full volume distraction
A guilty reminder of why I shouldn’t
If desire is a flame
I a...