Burn
I knew I was playing with fire when we met, so I couldn't blame you when I got myself burned.
You added gasoline to my fire, lighting the match and faning the flames higher, watching them burn brighter.
And as bright as the sun did I ever burn, to feel her touch, taste her miss, just to hear her laughter one more time.
In the end, being true to her beautiful chaotic self, she walked away, leaving a burning desire, and no way to put it out.
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