It'll Never End.

fire.

When I think about the things you had told me, I can't help but label them "bullshit". You promised me a forever, a love so sincere, and Sweden. Remember that?
You told me all of these things without a single consequence in mind.

I was a fire; there to warm you up from this stupid cold weather. You gave me, the fire, a purpose; I comforted you (you used me). I may have became too much or maybe my fervent flame was too wild but I, the fire, saw you being warmed by a coat; it was close enough for you to touch and keep you warm. My fire became too hot in company with this coat, so you put it out with this cruel splash of ice cold water. It was so sudden that even my ashes turned to tar and it became obvious that I may never be lit again. Though the coat will never be as beautiful as my flames, you settle.
And I guess that's okay.
So, I sit here, waiting for someone to come clean up the mess you left or maybe even find some use in me again.

Maybe one day you'll realize that my fire was eternal until you put it out for some simple cloth.