She was beautiful in the destroying an entire city but illuminating the entire sky kind of way.

You're the crosswind that causes droplets to fall from the leaves;
A canopy of green, the mirage of a pale-green summer storm.

You're the steel stringed guitar you so skillfully strum;
Raspy and warm, inevitably, you'll pull me under.

You're the snow drifting off of the lake;
Iced and stony, but nevertheless, fleeting.

You thought it was a spark,
But it was a conflagration.

You see, some monsters are complex.
Some are nice,
And talented,
And poetic,
And sweet to you,
But they'll erode you to dust.
They'll shatter you like a glass bottle traveling at high speeds towards a cold, hard brick wall.  
They'll treat you like a backup plan,
Like nothing,
And you'll forgive him every ******* time
Because you're so blinded,
Under his spell,
And he's so ******* charming.

But you're not a ******* second choice.
You deserve respect.
You deserve someone who will put you first,
Someone who won't throw you on the back burner.
You're a gem.
You're a catch.
You're important,
And important things are valuable,
And valuable things should be kept close.

There will be other sparks,
Hell, there will be fireworks,
And they won't burn you.

All is paper thin
These temporary feelings
Nothing built to last

Sing to me softly,
For it's been a long journey,
Full of harsh noises that have come to corrupt my once pure eardrums.

Sing to me sweetly,
For the air here is not clean,
Full of subtance that has managed to pollute my no longer ****** lungs.

Sing to me gently,
For holes have weathered my façade,
Full of craters like the ones on the moon, however, mine are quite earth bound.

And finally, sing me to sleep.
Shut my eyes; let my mind run blank.
And when I wake up and enter the state where I'll have no recollection of who or where I am,
Keep me there.

Tea is hot,
Mouth is young;
Full of haste,
Small burnt tongue.
Old wounds heal,
But you will reopen;
Built fortification,
Only to be broken.