Once upon time,
we built a fire,
to keep us both warm.
Little did I know,
it was all just for him.
He threw twigs and tree leaves into it,
twigs of lies and leaves of mind games.
The fire rose higher and higher.
Then, he kissed me.
His lips black with soot,
tasting like smoke and ash,
tasting like lies and cheats.
For a fleeing second,
I knew he'd be the death of me.
I knew he'd be the reason I turn into dust.
I chose to ignore it.
I chose to trust him.
Without a warning,
he lifted me up,
throwing me in the middle of the blazing fire.
All alone in a scalding flame,
of a fire that used to warm me,
that is now eating my flesh away.
I screamed in agony,
I cried in pain.
He just danced around in glee,
with another girl,
her hair wild in the night.
And you know what?
it's okay:
It's worth it,
because as I pathetically burned down to the ground,
the last thing I saw,
was his smile.
-4/8/2018
-Fire; the relationship.
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With love,
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