Ashes

A Poem

I was an ember for you,

Flaming hot,

Energized without a care,

I was a phenomenon,

A kill-shot,

Bursting straight without a scare.

Vivid dreams on night slumber,

Stories for the morning after,

Black and white, midnight terror,

A shattered cry of you later,

My diary, my little heart,

My wishes and fears; you know them all

My diary, my little heart,

My beloved page of mines.

Dear chilling flower,

I was an ember for you,

Flaming hot,

I would burn forever after,

As Polaris of Northern Sky,

Shining bold,

Would fall to be your desire.

“Forever” what I swore to you,

“Forever” ended way too soon,

“Love you” like I know what I means,

Too immature to know how it feels.

My deepest wound, my gap in life,

I have lost you among the strife,

My precious one, my pretty snow,

If time repeats, will I say “No”?

I would say that I did not know,

How it would end, how it would not,

Only wanted to let you feel,

Never to own, or to restrict,

I took the chance to set you go,

From the shackles holding your ground,

Fell harder than what I risked for,

I played white knight, I died, I rot.

My dearest black-red flower,

I’m sorry I was an ember.

Flaming hot,

Too hot and careless, I hurt you,

Fate always favors irony,

You heat me up, you quenched me too.

Sad to admit but you did good.

Your guard was up; and by all rights,

Your ship, your course, and your control,

But still my ember turned to ash,

And ashes never burn no more.