Loving you is like forgetting that fire is hot.

At a distance is nice.

It keeps you warm 

Scares off the monsters.

Creates light where it once was dark.

A few steps closer and it starts to burn, 

But it’s just so pretty to admire.

A few steps further and you’re touching it.

Now engulfed by the flames.

The ones that kept the monsters away,

Now create new ones.

Shadows that follow you. 

I got too close and now I have scars.

From the burns that your embers left.

The warning was there,

But I did not want to listen.

Your warmth was nice,

But it hurts to think.

To remember. 

Because now it makes my scars ache.

Because every time I tried to get close

I got burned. 

So now I have a reminder,

Many of them. 

They cover my body. 

Reminding me.

To pay attention to the warnings that are given.

Before you get burned.