It was just once a tiny flame in my heart; but that's when I started
loving you—it didn't burn me at all, in fact it kept
me warm. Days, months, years have passed and your love changed; and so
did the flame— it grew bigger and then it started burn. But I kept on running
back to you, because, even though the flame burns and hurt me it
was the only thing that kept warm. And foolisly, I let you
keep on sparking the fire;to the point that I could no longer take the heat.
But it was too late, quietly it comsumed me—then every part
of me lit on fire. And ashes I became.
It was then that I realised that you don't need a fire to burn.
All it took was you.
-inspired by Jodi Picoult
