Pyrotechnics

I built a large arch of roses So I could walk to you. Scarlet visions in mass doses Numbed my thorn - torn shoes. The floral scent dripped firmament, And lovers dreams of you; But once I went to where we met, You ran me through and through. I lost my balance, down I fell, From my rose viaduct. But on the ground I found a match, And considered it luck. Burning bridges never felt so good. Losing everything did me right. Earning stitches felt like it should, A stinging aftershock of insight.