Combust

How could you just
do that to me
and leave me like
this.

Tell me sweet nothings
while our fingers are
entwined with mine and
yours.

I don't think I've
ever felt so conflicted
about a boy like
you.

You were supposed to
be easy and simple
a lot like your
gaze.

I feel fire when
your eyes graze me
or when I see
you.

This isn't what it
was supposed to be
like at all.