You always set my heart on flames—

Flickering, screaming, craving, doing everything insane.

You don't know how to speak; you have only been taught to love.

Your silence's too loud for anyone

to steal your formulae to love.

But you smile and walk away.

And my heart starts burning again—

Smoldering silence and blazing love.

I'm colored in your monochrome palette,

Still igniting in orange summer flames.

I fear one day, you will burn this like a crumbled, stained tissue

into ashes of crooked love and crimson pain—

I fear you'd slip away, and I couldn't love you again.