Fire Poem by Jinx Rivera

Fire. Cold yet hot.
Hostile yet inviting.
Dark yet bright.
It's one of the most peculiar things to me.
To others it's simply too hot to touch.
For me it gives me a safe and warm embrace
A hole gets filled when I feel it
The tantalizing dance it gives me just to head over to it and touch it when I'm feeling down
I know I shouldn't touch it
It feeds me into my addiction of pain
But what can I do?
The little dancing flame know my insecurities
and uses it
It's a shapeshifter in the dark
It knows whose face to show
It knows what to say, who should say it
And how to say it.
I know its a trick
I know its deceitful
But I give in
I can't stop the never ending pain I endure.
I can't get out the feeling of ecstasy and release it gives me.
It makes me feel at home. Safe and sound
But I know it's bad.
This constant never aching abuse I endure
Isn't healthy
So I have to quit
Or if I keep going. It shall consume me