If Love Were A Flame

The beautifully wicked flame
it draws me in,
so magnetic,
the closer I get
the hotter it is,
wanting to feel the beauty
to touch it
to be one with it,
all the while knowing
that I will be burned
pain will follow
and perhaps a tear,
but I do it anyway
letting it singe my skin
making what was once so pretty
into an ugly hurtful monster,
I pull back
hand still ablaze,
looking back into that
beautiful fucking flame