when a fire burns,

the wood cracks,

the charcoal crumbles,

and fall’s leaves combust under the heat.

for a fire to sustain, it must burn,

destroying what made it flourish.


when you said we were a flame,

you didn’t realize that your love was our destruction,

burning holes into the people we were.

destroying ourselves for a love

that turned us to ash.

New York native with a Boston twist, I’m a recent college graduate trying to navigate through all the changes, challenges of my early to mid to late twenties.

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