scentoflime
You burned. You burned so hard when I drank you down. Even when paired with orange juice, tomato juice, punch - you always reminded me that you were there as much as I tried to mask your awful taste.
Like fireflies, a christmas tree, a soon to be mother, the light in the room was dazzling. It was warm and made me feel the kind of romantic that came with greeting cards and teenage crushes.
The first time I had you, I didn't expect you. He told me you were like fire and I didn't believe him. That was just a thing people say and not what they mean. But I coughed. As he wrapped his arms around me, I coughed because of the burn.