Prose by adelinefecker
He was one of those people.
The wild kind.
The kind that seemed too big for his body.
The kind that never stopped burning and burning.
I thought I liked fire
I liked feeling warm and alive with him because it was so hard to feel those things alone.
I still smell his smoke on me.
A reminder of everything that we lost when we decided to mix.
Fire and ice.
We were an eruption of unnatural elements, never meant to touch. How could I fall in love with fire?
How could I let him melt me down
Until there was nothing left of me
Until there was only fire.
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