You throw your love at me like firecrackers
sparkling into thousands of pieces,
imbued with absolutions,
and just expect me to grasp
To bless your sacred name
like you were my savior
Did I ever ask for saving?
Should I fall upon my knees
and give thanks,
long after you burned me now
You might think it’s a deep, deep well
any woman would be lucky to
Not looking for a chance to swim
back into your embrace.
Not hoping you can be the one
not willing to be burned or scarred.
Can’t make love out of two scorched hearts.
Note- This poem was written for Patchwork Poetry with lines donated by these poets:
mariacristina,just paisley and jilly poet.
Thanks for the inspiration.