when a match strikes the box

i lit a match just to watch it burn

just to watch it fade out right in front of my eyes

just to watch the flame consume the stick

like an animal consumes its prey

like a heart consumes a mind

like a persons love consumes another

i struck the match on the box and the fire burned slow and dim

i watched him from across the way like i watched the flame

i didn't look away when he looked back at me

his gaze captivated mine, neither of us wanting to break the stare

in those few seconds i was his and he was mine and that was that, not even a single word exchanged.

the fire finally burnt down to nothing, like it always does

but that moment still flickers in my mind

there are so many matches in the box that will strike and burn longer and brighter than others.

when will the rest of the box no longer ignite my curiosity?

-S

you

just when the clouds had finally rolled away, you stormed in.

like the return of a tide, you swept me up-taking me with you. 

passing glances bringing out this mess you've made of me. 

with a subtle gesture of the hand and question, you had me. 

you had me under that spell-remember that thing you do. 

uninterrupted moments-my hand in yours, we drifted.

silence speaking louder than any feeble words.

the intrigue carries me through.

you're reckless abandon lurs me to let go and abandon all that is familiar. 

you are terrifying.

i want to adventure with you. 

adventure awaits for a me and a you.

but this time it all feels new. 

you-having stepped off that pedestal i placed you on, so many moons ago.

me-freedom from persuasion and self doubt.

if you choose not to see that i am wonderfully and beautifully made-its alright, i know He does. 

i am afraid of this heart o' mine.

you wander in, captivating every fiber in me. 

guiding me to a place in my soul light rarely reaches.

but i won't fall, i can't fall

i know you,

you've got one magic trick-you disappear. 

but holy canolli, you're the type of boy i want to make happy.

sincerely, 

B

We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.
— Eleanor Roosevelt