anne taylor

didn’t you know
you felt like a fireplace
in the winter
your cracks
and hisses
told me what
I needed to hear
you brought warmth
to my soul
you reflected in my eyes
the way I suppose
something is
supposed to
you were everything
a fire needed to be
and like a fire
I couldn’t touch you
the way I wanted to
and the way
I suppose
you wanted
as well