.it was only a kiss.

dear rage-maker,
lovely world-shaker,
taking all i have to give
and more:
go ahead and break me,
as long as you remember
how i fit together.
beautiful disaster,
offering
the world on a chain
to hang around my neck,
never knowing
how it ends, or how to start,
unsatisfied, and all unknowing,
hot to the touch, burning up,
and burning down.
if i believed you knew,
if i thought you did it on purpose,
i'd untangle myself
and disappear--
i can quit anytime i want.
dear child with matches,
please remind me
why this is such a bad idea,
because i'm starting to forget.