Inferno

I was a moth drawn to the flame

A bird caught in the eyes of a snake

Could you call it falling?

Your big warm hand caught my skirt

And pulled me under

I wouldn't call it drowning

Water couldn't explain the burning

I can't describe this feeling

And why I kept believing

Like a river after the flood

I couldn't imagine asking for more

How can I put it gently?

I mistook inebriation

For satisfaction

I sought to satiate curiosity
I was restless with simplicity
But now I know the longing
Of loving all the wrong things

I miss all the could bes we'll never know

Let the only sound be the overflow

I fell for your inferno

Where did all the love go?

Inspired by Old Flame by Kimbra 

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