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Burned
Don’t look down he said
 I looked at him
 My eyes grabbing his gaze as if I had reached out and forced him to look at me
 But I hadn’t forced him at all
 He was staring at me just as intently as I was staring at him
 His brown eyes looked over my face searching for answers
 Yet I had none that would make him happy
 I had nothing
 Just scars from previous battles with love that I had lost
 As if reading my mind he grabbed my hand
 Slowly with his fingers he traced over the scars from battles I had lost with love
 Futile fights I thought that I could win
  I had been wrong
 I had been so wrong
 I had thought that I knew what love was 
 But I hadn’t
 I had thought that love was something that you could create
 I had been wrong
 Love wasn’t something you could create
 Love is something impulsive and rash
 You couldn’t see it
 Because love made you blind
 Love made you want to scream to the heavens
 While reeling in pain
 Yet it always made you want to come back for more
 I hadn’t known what it was
 I thought I could possess it and own it
 But I was wrong
 Love possess you
 Love owns you
 It is a bright flickering flame that can never be blown out
 And you know what they say about people who mess with fire?
 They get burned
 I had been burned
 Badly
 Each time I had been cocky and naive
 I had looked down and every time I fell into the deep abyss
 That contained the nothingness that was my future
 But this time I wouldn’t look down
 Instead I would walk blindly on the path of love
 And leave every thing behind
 I slowly took back my hand
 Feeling his fingers slowly fade away
 Now I too began to notice the scars that laced his face
 Slowly with a trembling hand
 I traced his scars
 He too had been burned
 Was this love?
 Or were we both on a path to the flame?
 Love will never tell you its secrets
 Love is a never ending game
 That you can never quit
 So hold on tight
 And be ready to be burned.

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