burning out (romantically.)

we watch from the ground as the daylight is burnt alive.
even once it's left nothing but the ashen dusk,
you and i will sit in silence.

we are not twin flames,
for your fire is far greater.
i fear if i get too close mine will be engulfed.

your warmth is horrifyingly comfortable.
i hate it.
but im still holding your hands in my hoodie sleeves.

i will let my hands burn and blister,
for this moment is solace
and the water of your words will soothe the scalds.