I found myself captivated by your flame, doing your dance in the wind driving me insane. My rose by any other name and when the time came for me to sin you were a wildfire, too large for me to tame, but you knew I’d try and I knew you’d pretend. But as we all know, all good things must come to an end and eventually we’d extinguish the same way we weren’t supposed to begin. Smoldering slowly, fighting our way through the smoke and mirrors in the hopes that somehow the rubble would help us see everything clearer. But as I found out, this wouldn’t be the case because whether we realize it or not every move we make is kerosene laced. We’re all so flammable by nature, who knew, yet we go around lighting matches and igniting shit as if we’re all fireproof.