Fire is fire,
So let’s say we burn this down;
Light the match and watch it turn to ash.
You and I were too much,
Clashed and raged;
Each trying to water the others ember,
Hoping, in spite, that their flame would flicker and die.
What does that make us?
Perhaps our fires were too strong because we used them as weapons;
Perhaps, our compatibility went up in smoke the minute we ignited;
Or maybe, just maybe we never got the right kick,
The wind blew us out too soon,
Our kindling damp,
I can’t say anymore.
But fire is fire,
So let’s burn darling,
And hope we can rise from the ashes we create.
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