Wish I didn't learn that love is about control.
Give me that stove & use me as your fuel.
Do you enjoy the heat? Is that why you
won't let me go? As I watch my dreams
dark as the smoke.
Wish I didn't learn sometimes it's better in the cold.
With strangers who are neither friends nor foes.
An exchange or two might spark the old hope.
Then part ways again before it can take hold.
It's dangerous to be human, haven't you been told?
To be human.
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