clash of souls

we clashed so many times
full-on collisions
we broke each other
running on full speed

sometimes we destroyed each other with love
sometimes with pain
But always
every single time
did we do so with passion

we knew, though
Knew that our fire was burning out
it left cold blisters
where it used to form heat
and that scared us deeply

fear is a tricky thing
it makes you hold on tighter
grip it harsher
when you should be letting go

it’s funny how from all the scars
we drew onto each other
the evidence of clinging handprints,
dark red and blue,
were the scariest ones to me