What I Once Called Love: The Drafts

Wildfire

I thought it was my fault. That somehow I had crashed into your life at full speed, extinguishing your light with my darkness.

Your light shone amidst the blackness of my heart like a lighthouse on a golden shore. I looked to you in everything, letting your voice be my guide to safety. I clung to the hope you gave me for a better life, one full of passion and happiness and -well- light.

But I should've seen it coming.

You weren't removing my darkness; you were using it to control me. Rather than painting the portrait of a future with me, my body became your canvas with your insecurities marking me in the dark hues of what you call love.

You were not the lighthouse that would save me from the stormy seas; it was you who caused the waves. You lured me to your rocky shores so you could gloat when I crashed into a helpless addiction to your touch. I was willing to drown in the seas of your deepest convictions, and you used that against me.

Your light was not the rescue lantern that promised me the hope of no longer living in darkness.

No.

You were something much, much worse.

You were a wildfire, leaving me with only the ashes of what I once called us.