Flaming Torch

 I can easily see myself getting married to him, having kids with him, growing old with him.

And part of me doesn't want to.

Cos these means I'll never have another first kiss.

Another jittery heart

Another...sigh...

I can't begin to imagine it without him.

Another dream, yes. But what if I called him everyday to tell him bout my new jitter

And what if my new jitter was just him.

Cos heart's are flaky

And mine flakes out.

Flames out.

Flames In.

Flames out.

I don't know what I’m talking but anymore.

But you know...that!