Sparks

I have a hard time claiming my feelings. I convince myself they're meaningless, simply made up in the corners of my mind.

How horrible to make fire into flames and flames into sparks.

But I don't like being moved by someone else. I don't like them to be in control of my feelings.

My hands shake. my head spins. And I can't stop it.

So I smother the flames into merely sparks stored in the recesses of my mind.

My heart may attempt to carry me to you, but I'm good at running the other way.