Aries
You take me for a stick and some brush.
A campfire kind of love.
The kind you take so much care to build.
And stand by.
But not too close.
You'll watch the flames of me flicker and dance.
And I can hold your attention for a while.
I am useful when contained.
And I feel good from the right distance.
But I'm the wildfire kind of love.
The kind that starts when you don't pay enough attention.
The kind that makes you pack up and leave.
Makes you decide what's worth keeping and what you'll leave behind.
The reason they put out their cigarettes in the car.
The reason they warn you when the risk is high.
I burn blind and without reason.
You are the biggest drought in California.
Yet I am the ember you continue to blow on.
-km
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