FLAMES

Our love was a bonfire of orange flames dancing to and fro,

Embers were lighting our world and warming our hearts.

Once those first few sparks caught, the fire engulfed

Into a swirling kaleidoscope of frantic flames.

We never had to worry about the fire dying,

For our friendship lay the embers;

Alway glowing and fueling

Whatever was to come...

...One day the flames stopped.

Embers dimmed and smoke rose.

Now, I can still feel my lungs burning

And my eyes sting as I fall down, heave, and cry

In pitiful attempts to look at you. I try to poke for answers

But the fire we created stopped keeping you warm long before me

I am the one left getting burned now.

I am the only one that is still playing with the fucking matches.

- M.