​Bewitched

How do I find my way around you? Every path I take you seem to find your way into.

I feel a sense of relief for a brief moment before something smacks me with the thought of you. A slight touch on my arm, the glimmer of the sun reflecting off something shiny, the sight of a frog, a gust of wind bringing a familiar scent into my nose; you’re everywhere.

I keep turning, zigzagging, but it doesn’t matter which way I go; my instinct for self preservation forces me to keep moving, to try and find a safe place; but to no avail.

Yet, there is another piece of me that is always glad to remember, to bring forward this untamable fire that rises in my chest at the memory of you. It feels like I’m going to burn from the inside out and no one will be able to put me out.

I choose not to run anymore, if you’re going to consume me then do so. I don’t care if I burn, as long as you’re the one that ignites the flame. Incinerate me, turn me into ash, and let the wind blow me onto wherever you are.