Burning through the love I have left

Burning through the love I have left

Burning through my love is an art and a science

It’s beautiful experimentation

It’s passion without any pride

No shame in this girls love game!


It grows in my garden, among the weeds and one day lilly 

It blooms like the creamer in my coffee every morning

It stirs like my parents fancy automatic mixer making Christmas cookies every December

It pounces on the shadows of leaves outside with my tired kitty

It bubbles up when you run out of OJ and start drinking champagne at brunch

It burns from the candle you use everyday, not the drippy candlesticks only pulled out for anniversaries. 

My love isn’t special occasion love.


Danielle McCarthy

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