Come Fuel My Flames, Leave Feeding The Fire.

All we need is that sudden friction.
That trigger of adrenaline.
To light this match, and create unstable flames

Hold on to the match long enough,
Watch as the flames near your fingertips.
Feel the burning heat, passion in its hidden form

Until you get burnt, and let go.
I love that look of shock on your face,
As if you couldn’t have predicted that this was going to hurt you.

You try to hide the evidence.
So you won’t have to explain your faults.
But the ashes of a burnt past stain you silk hands.

Rub your palms on my history.
Pass the blame on to me
But these ashes have the knack of trailing fingerprints.

You have no one to blame but yourself for this.
I love the look of regret on your face.
As if you believed you could have made this disappear like past occasions.

I guess the only thing left to do now is to burn the remains.
Fuel your own fire so we can feel our heat once more
This time, there will be no evidence linking you here.

The only thing left now is smoke
Of a foggy past, regret, and bad decisions that have lead you here.