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If Loving You Was Wrong
A Poem
i kept close to your shores
as if you were a lighthouse beacon,
but instead you were smoke and mirrors
fogging up my vision and leading me to doom.
but what doom it was,
like living with sparks under the skin
or leaving a trail of stars behind your steps,
burning ever bright in those vagrant shadows.
if loving you was succumbing,
then maybe i had been living wrong all my life.
i downed the potions, took the highs,
fell through cracks in the lows of us,
but never did i think to ask what
you might gain from it all.
but all the fires in the world
couldn’t hold a candle to our inferno
with how we blazed across landscapes
and took every moment we could to rage.
if loving you was losing,
then maybe i should have started playing sooner.
i kept hoping for signs everywhere
that you were the one, the way, the light —
but you laughed at me and said it wasn’t true
because soulmates were a just a…
