Red-Hot Poem by Jenna Jones

I don’t want to fall in love, I want to crash.

I want it to be passionate, wild even.

I want to laugh and cry, to stay up all night talking about our fears, regrets and memories from the days when we were young and unafraid.

I want to feel alive when my name falls off his lips.

I don’t want what the world is selling, this graceful fall cushioned with feather soft kisses and sweet words with the promise of forever.

I want to stumble, to make mistakes, to fight and then proceed to apologize with actions (gnashing teeth and fighting tongues) not words that can so easily be disproven.

I want it to hurt, I don’t want to wake up and know my feelings, and I want to be confused in the beginning because it would make it more real.

But despite the pain I will love him with all my withered heart and broken mind can give.

And I will cherish him like the expensive chocolates I so love.

And when he looks at me in the morning hours when the sun is rising and the birds are chirping, I will know he feels the same for me.

It will not be a perfect love for we are not perfect ourselves, but it will be honest, passionate, an all-consuming fire and it will be real.