Love

I have always craved love,
Until I was consumed by it.
I cried a river,
I cried to God.

“Don’t jump into the fire,”
My brain warned.
But my heart?
It had other plans.

“Don’t,” said my mind.
“But we’ll be careful this time.
Not your whole heart… maybe just a third.”

But deep down, I knew.
The tears were coming.
I’d been here before.
Only difference this time?
I chose to be here.

I walked in with eyes,
Not two, but four,
Wide open.

And still,
I jumped.
And I got burnt.