| | i'm unsure of everyone else
but I know the mad flames of passion
from the first spark in another's self
their eyes speak in glints
but there are so many sparks
varying in their intensity, heat, color,
and a myriad of other hues and quarks
i can tell when I am wanted
when I am needed
when someone just wants to be grasped
and when someone just wants to be fucked
few flames deserve kindle
and I pray i know which flames to fan
which flames to snuff out
which flames to worry about
i have a fire
and she keeps me warm
but there are so many fires
waiting to be
and to extinguish every one
almost seems a crime to me
I need no more warmth
and I do not burn
but not every glance I feel
does not deserve a turn
it does not eat, gnaw, munch, nibble, wear or erode
but I can't help but feel
like some flames just need a hearth
some place to call abode
and while I have no room inside this heart
or loin
for anymore
what of all the fire
that deserves to blaze
rationalize,
chaos
let it overtake you
it's natural
to destroy
oneself
it's natural
because it occurs
without provocation
but natural is not always best
and what is best is not always to be trusted
if you accept without question
and do not filter what you do
you are chaos
and it's natural
it is just what you do
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