You could have been a burning fire

Spitting sparks upon my face

And still I would choose to sit in front of you

Feeling numb as the burning sensation planted holes into my flesh

I’d sit there long enough until you rid my entire body into flames

They said the best part of love is when sparks fly

But these sparks have caused my soul to shrivel and morphed my happiness into ashes

And still I would choose to sit in front of you

-M.H