when a fire burns,
the wood cracks,
the charcoal crumbles,
and fall’s leaves combust under the heat.
for a fire to sustain, it must burn,
destroying what made it flourish.
when you said we were a flame,
you didn’t realize that your love was our destruction,
burning holes into the people we were.
destroying ourselves for a love
that turned us to ash.
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