Treasure Island

Jade Leven

(March 19,1994 / California)

Fire


I want the fire
to keep me alive
without it I will suffocate in this atmosphere
from lack of love
from lack of fire

love is fire

I can make it
I can take it
I just don't know how to keep it going
I use all my breath
I lose all my breath
trying to keep it going

but it always burns out
and I have too much to give
too much oxygen to waste on it
waste on something that will always burn out

I have too much
I need too much
I give too much
I want too much

and nothing balances out in the end
and without balance

there can't be fire

Submitted: Sunday, November 18, 2007
Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011
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