typicalteenangst

to breathe would be to breathe you in, but i deny such power as i hold a burn- ing breath.  my lungs scream out my stomach churns but heart rules all and i would sooner die from suffocation to resist your scorch- ing breath, as full of sweetened essence it may seem, then feel relief to let you in and be engulfed within your Flame once more. and still i hear the echoes of those ept- y words, a promise rings that things won't change. those glitt'ring words of hope now fuel contempt as i look back upon us frame by frame. a string of mem'ries pictures our regrets, but just like everything they curl in Flame