Fingertips on skin
Like faulty wires
Electric sparks
But beware for flammable items
For they can clearly catch alight
But sometimes they dont look flammable
And we mistake objectifying for dirty talk
Mistaking possessiveness for lust
And controlling for in love
Like a pool of gasoline
The wire is engulfed in flames
Not possible to escape with out burns
Burns on your heart
So the next connection you make
You may be the one to break
But I hope you atleast learnt to keep yourself safe
And keep the flammables away
Taylor
A poem about toxic relationships, how the magic that love, caring, and sex has is wonderful but with bad people (flammable people) it becomes overwhelming and toxic.
