Consumed Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

Isn't it love when your being consumed?
From every inch of your being, from your soul too?
Or was that all I knew?
Because why did love feel so much like abuse?

The flames of passion, they licked and they burned,
Consuming my senses, my thoughts they did turn.
Was this the true nature of love's embrace?
A scorching, all-consuming, suffocating trace?

I yearned for your touch, your warmth to enfold,
But the heat of your fervor left me feeling so cold.
The line between adoration and anguish so thin,
I question if love's true bliss I'll ever find within.

The ecstasy and the agony, so closely entwined,
I'm left wondering - is this love's true design?
To be devoured, possessed, until nothing remains?
Or is there a gentler path where true love sustains?