I hate you for making
me so vulnerable,
so addicted to the smell
of your skin and the
summer sweat.
There is an inferno
that awakens inside of me
and only you
can extinguish that
need with which I
I was born.
I saw you so vulnerable,
so willing
to consume yourself in my fire.
You no longer seek heaven,
you want to burn
with me in this game.
I have hints of Joan Jett’s I Hate Myself for Loviing You coming to mind. Well done.