Poem: Teenage Thoughts

Why

Why is it the fool who falls in love?

Why is it that love attracts this certain part of our humanity?

Even when we see the tiniest shimmer, we rush to it like moths to a flame

These flames that flicker and entrance, an irrestible dance that draws in

Those who dream

And those who wish

To fill the emptiness

Inside their chest

Me

An d my dreams become thoughts and my wishes become words

 And words become writing about thoughts unturned

On pieces of paper only end up to be burned

 As the flames devour every syllable uttered

And every letter that is written

 Stoking flames into a fire

And the fire is contained

To save my warmth for someone worth to be saved

But each minute that ticks and each second that tocks

Every day that I wait for someone to share this fire with

And Love slowly starts to rage inside of me

Because fire does not like to be prisoner

Because love cannot be chained