Coffee Shop Man

I see him everyday now.

He comes to the coffee shop every morning.

Always orders the same thing;

caramel coffee with cream only.

Always says some flirty line too.

I wonder, will he ask me out?

He did.

My love for him grows like wildfire.

It shouldn't.

Everyone says he's good and sweet.

They shouldn't.

They're wrong.

Like fire, you burn everything you touch. 

You accelerate over time.

The marks you leave on my body,

they're like the marks left on burnt trees after a wildfire.

I'm trapped in the fire of you.