Posted by: John | November 6, 2013

Too Close

When I was three, I learned about fire from the kitchen stove.
I let it get too close to me.

While camping once, wild things’ eyes glowed in the surrounding darkness.
I didn’t want them to get too close to me.

When I met you, I wanted so much to touch your body and soul.
I wanted you to be close to me.

Now I’m so full of emptiness, I could choke.
I let you get too close to me.

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