Idea of Fire


i didn't know it was love because
it didn't hurt.
poetry painted my heart with the idea of fire
of burning.
it didn't consume me
or eat away at my thoughts.
my heart doesn't hurt
it beats.
slowly with your soft breaths
and loudly with your laughter.
you feel safe.
soft.
comfortable.
poetry painted my heart with the idea of fire
and you put it out.

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