Wondering

burned

When we first met;

I was playing with fire.
Turning matches between my fingertips.

As soon as the wind blew them out,
The flames in your heart let them burn again.

They lightened up the night sky,
reflected in your beautiful eyes.

I romanticized the glowing fire.

Because as soon as you left,
your heart turned cold again.

And the lights in my hands,
catched my wooden soul.

I got burned.
Our love turned into ashes.

The summerbreeze took it away.

It was all gone.