Fire

I know a boy who was so hot, he burned a hole through my chest.

Some people are pillars of flame that burn everything they touch.
Some people are made of ash and fall apart when you touch them.

Every boy who broke me was both.

I am learning that the reason we call people "hot"
Has less to do with the way their body shines in the Sun
Or the way our capillaries fluctuate
Instead, it has more to do with how we meet people
Who make us sweat
And burn all our clothes off
And leave us as ashes