Burn.
You make me burn.
Is there a reason for this chemical change?
Is this just a side effect of the new age?
You came to my locked doors bearing nothing but that sly grin and a bandaid for my broken heart.
I opened to door to shove you away but behind you, from the dark, cupid came and thats where my downfall came to a start.
He didnt know I was highly flammable, or that you held a match.
A match saved for those as selfish as I.
Jail.
They searched for evidence of this crime you committed.
Of course, yet again, you manage to prevail.
There was nothing.
No match, no lighter, no gasoline.
This room was left a perfect mess so why cant they see that this,
This was my murder scene.
Empty
I became addicted to the fire.
Obsessed with having a fill to my void.
You would give any match you could, and when you were running low you would make more.
You were running out of materials but no! I couldnt go back to being empty! I couldnt bring myself to realize that every bit you gave to me took twice as much out of you.
You were emptying yourself to allow me to become full.
Cure
You were the cure to my destruction, i was the cause of yours.
I wanted you to feel my flame, i wanted to fill your void. I tried to create a match. It was weak but it was something. I lit you up. A dim fire that winked out in the blink of an eye.
You felt my burn. I felt just a touch of the immense cold hiding behind your mask.
I was the cause of your destruction, yet you were the cure to mine.
Limitless.
I craved the fire, but you needed it more. I refused to accept it. You refused to use it.
It stocked. My ache for the burn engulfed me, as well as my returning abyss. You were on the brink of all you could handle. The brink of no going back. You needed the burn. My addiction to you became more than that of the burn. It became limitless. I knew what had to be done. I would make you feel my burn, and end my void.
Breathless
I took it all.
I became engulfed in your fire in a way i had never before.
I burned.
So hot you could feel the heat. So hot that it began to burn me. It sufficated me.
I saw my gasoline love coat your matchstick heart.
It saturated so deeply I knew it could never dry out.
I burned hotter, bigger, and deeper.
Breathless.
Helpless.
Endless.
If I prevailed, you wouldnt.
And so, right before it winked out of existance,
My scorching soul lit your explosive heart.
