Pyromaniac by Anastasia Prempreh

Poetry Potion | September 26th, 2014 | current issue, poetry | No Comments

Poem

Like a moth to a flame you were drawn to me
You a pyromaniac, I your muse
We got on like a house on fire
but I was the only one burning
You were light by name, gasoline by nature
you delighted in feeding the flame
watching the fire grow and consume me
I watched the sparks flicker and dance in your eyes
You were smiling.
This love was confusing
because the more I gave,
the more gutted I became
Hollowed by the flames
Like the aftermath of a house fire
The more your love grew
The more your desire…
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Poet Bio

Anastasia Prempreh is a young student with a love for the art of poetry. She performs her poems locally and also posts weekly to her poetry centered blog ‘Guts and Glory

 
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