I told you that I love you and you said that you do, too.
I saw flame in your eyes.
It was burning and it could cause damage to the both of us.
And we both ignored that flame simply because we were in love.
It got so complicated that we couldn't get a grip of the situation.
I was a wreck and so were you.
I told you we were being burnt by the fire.
We were being suffocated by the smoke.
But we thought we loved each other, still.
We held on to something that wasn't there anymore.
We let ourselves believe that the fire that was creating chaos was still the spark we had.
We were hurt; we as in you and me.
Then you decided to let me go; you let the flames eat me.
And so we thought about that spark right now.
It was all smoke.
No flame. No fire. No burn.
Just smoke and the damage left when we decided to put out the fire.
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