Fire.

I was never scared of taking a risk for you. I let you light the matches of my soul forgetting that my fire might be too intense for someone who has always lived in the cold. I tried so hard to warm you up but with every step closer to you, you seemed to burn. You sparked my flames but couldn’t resist them…why would you do that? & there you left me…to burn out, without you I had lost my reason to burn bright. Can’t believe you expected to play with fire and not get burned. In the end, I was the only one left in ashes.

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