Our Own Brand Of Arsony
You
Held your fire in your hair,
And I
Held mine in my eyes.
I was addicted to running my hands through your burning locks,
And even when my baby blues were searing,
You never let the heat break your staring contest with the embers.
My fingers
Have blisters and burns
But
I don't mind never feeling anything with my hands ever again.
Because every other sensation dulls in comparison,
To the charring of my finger tips from when they played with your furious reds.
I don't mind the fact that the flames prevent me from plucking the strings on my guitar ever
again
I used that wood for kindling a long time ago
Along with anything else that could be mistaken as more enchanting
Than you
I don't mind that my magles palms don't stand a chance of being read ever again,
Because your blaze wasn't built to be read.
It was built to be felt.
I don't mind if I've scarred my once delicate hands, to the point of never containing beauty ever
again
Because I lost my beauty and gained my danger,
After I lit your first match
And stared into the flickering light.
I gave your eyes
Blisters and burns.
But
I don't mind your inability to see anyone else's beauty ever again.
Because I couldn't handle somebody trying to take your heat from me.
I don't mind the fact that red will be the restrictions on the variety of colors you see ever again,
Because I couldn't handle somebody trying to tell you that our love wasn't bleeding scarlet.
I don't mind you not being able to travel very far without my hands leading you ever again
Because I couldn't handle anyone else trying to put their hands
On my fire
And being able to say they've been burned, same as me,
Because nobody will ever be burned the same as me.
I don't mind knowing that I made it so you'd never live another day in your life without being a little
bit blind, ever again.
Because you lost your unaltered sight after you laid your eyes on me the first time,
And decided to let them warm up by
My
fire .
I don't mind the fact that we're both permanent burn victims from our time in the sun.
I don't mind the results I've seen from playing with fire.
