You say you like the pain. You can’t breathe when you’re with me. The smoke, it’s too much. You want me but my skin is hot to the touch. I’ll burn you.
People like me are meant to be alone. Didn’t your mother warn you not to play with fire? You’ll get hurt. But I haven’t always been fire.
Once upon a time I was water. Quenching the thirst of everyone around me. Everyone needed me but nobody wanted me. I was taken for granted. I gave and gave until I had nothing left. Once a vast ocean, now just a drop of water. Until I had nothing left.
My pain, fear, and heartache turned me to ash. But from the ash I rose. Like a Phoenix, reborn. I became fire.