Your fire.

you were fire and destruction,

just as mezmirizing

but burning a hole,

sometimes slowly,

sometimes quickly,

But always beautiful

And always tempting

Me to touch

Knowing I'd get burnt

And that you were just not ready

To simmer,

You were not ready for happiness

Or peace

Actually, in a way,

A bit,

Like,

Me...

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