A poetic short story from one of my fictional characters–escalation of a bad relationship. (Explicit)
Passion consumes us.
Both during the day and night.
I misunderstand lust for promise.
Love is real and hot like fire.
It fuels our hearts’ desires.
A kiss, a touch, a recognition.
Fan the flames of admiration.
The problem with fire is, it will burn you.
A short fuse ignited a blaze of fury.
Quick to criticize. Expressions held surly.
Defensive remarks as I dodged the verbal knife.
A ‘fuck you’ lands, slashing his wife.
No apology. A gaping wound in our life.
I gave him space while I sew it up.
Eventually it heals. He refills my cup.
Underneath it all, the scar remains.
A reminder of what’s in his mind.
The bad blood stains.