Old habits

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I got too close to you
I was drawn towards you
like a moth to a flame
My fingers were itching to touch
you
to feel your shiny existence
I got too close to you
close enough to feel the warmth
of your
simmering soul
but then
instead of feeling the cozy
warm
lingering
sensation
all over my body
I got blisters and
a suppurating skin
a sore heart
a welt soul
I got too close to you
and I got burned
Maybe I should have
listened to my mother
who was always worried about
me playing with fire.

 

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