I believe that passion and fury
are equivalent to playing with fire.
That these fires are unforgiving,
In fact, I just so happen to be a
You see, the caress of a loving flame
can leave you whole
or leave a hole,
despite intent or even the things left unsaid.
Passion will withstand the test of time,
an old soul once said.
Burning until it can burn no longer.
On the contrary though,
A blaze fed once every blue moon
begins to fester in on itself.
It will feed on the thoughts and feelings
that are nothing but its own
With just enough fluidity
and the right amount of toxicity,
it would only be a matter of time
before such a tender flame
would burn out.
Eventually affection will turn to frustration
and much needed warmth
will become scorching embers;
A wildfire that never seems to cease.
Amidst all of this,
Every passionate feeling,
Every frustrating thought,
I just wanted you to know,
That I tore apart the "I love you's,"
Threw away your last "goodbyes,"
Set the trash can on fire,
And allowed myself to re-ignite
In order to feed off the ashes
Of this faux home,
So that I may burn until I can burn no longer.