Volcano (17/10/13)

You are sweetly oblivious to the fact
That I am dying in the most blissful way.
Your gaze on me just sets me on fire
And I want to be covered in burns.

You might smile, I might want to cry.
Your happiness trickles into the cracks of me
And lights up whatever they touch.
You set me alight, and I’ll never burn out.

Your hand brushes mine and Vesuvius erupts inside my chest.
My heart holds the power of Yellowstone
And I’m so scared that one day I’ll blow up
And destroy our world.

Is it OK for me to block out the sun?
Is it OK for me to show you the truth?
Because I’m so scared that you might run
If I show my true feelings to you.