aflame

i don't need flowers
tulips wilt
i don't need your
feelings on paper
the ink fades
and paper burns
so easily ashen
like my skin
set aflame
doused by fear of losing
holding you somewhere
captive in my heart
and set free in my eyes
you set me apart.
you stop me
when i walk towards you
and pull me
when i leave
and i crumple
like dried leaves on your feet
begging
pleading
write me
love me
wreathe me in flowers
wreathe me in your fingers
wreathe me
until i wilt
and burn
set aflame
upon your lips.