First I loved his passion.
His words crackled the fire inside
And he glowed like embers stoked.
I stared deeply in the flame
the molten core, blue dancing tips.
His fire became my sun
and blinded me straight through.
I couldn’t see the fires burn
consume, ravage, and destroy us.
I was ablaze with him.
But once the fire burned out,
and all was reduced to ashes,
I was left to smolder.
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