Match

Does the enemy consist
of love or desire -
wanting the one
who flames the fire...

Yet tantalizes with
such a fatal kiss -
leaving obsession
behind in the midst...

Of a total breakdown
aimed at the heart -
never to mend what
was torn apart...

Left to smolder
in hopeless desire -
burned alive after
playing with fire.

Bees

From passion to pain
inhaling the dark -
that final message
leaving her spark...

Upon a cold world
though she wouldn't see -
her death had already
come to be...

She called upon no one
there was none to call -
That novel of everything
was nothing at all...

Forbidden fruit
secrets and lies -
Receiving his invitation
to die...

Her soul to eternally 
haunt his path -
tragic a love
to love like Plath.