Leather & Lark (Ruinous Love, #2)

by Brynne Weaver

I’ve been cold for a long, long time Dreaming of flames in the night I’ve been living a dark and delicate lie Oh what a sweet, strange, dangerous surprise to find All the lingering glances that feel like heat beneath my skin, the teasing jokes, the way she smiles when I give in and play along—I’d convinced myself they were just ephemeral moments. Products of familiarity. It’s the first time I’ve really let myself believe that I might be wrong. Your touch, hot coals Your scent, like smoke Your eyes burn holes, looking back Sparks crack so loud Light falls on your mouth Your hands reach out, holding a match As if to ask “Baby, would you burn down the world for me? Cause I’d burn it down for you.” Ruinous love’s all I know how to do I’m not scared of damnation, I’m just new to this desire I do believe the best things come out of the fire I do, I do, I do