I feel it.
It's not like a bonfire.
Not like dropping a match on gasoline.
But it's a burning feeling.
Not one of lust,
or love,
or even affection.
I don't even think this feeling is toward you.
But you lit it.
You were the one who threw the spark.
A different kind.
I want to dress different,
Act different,
Say different things,
Kiss different people.
I want to be a different person.
I feel a burning.
You lit her on fire,
and something new is rising from the ashes.
