I'm a paper
He's a flame
He's burning me alive,
Yet the moment is too beautiful to end.
the more time I spend with him, the worse I suffer.
Yet I never leave.
I can't picture life without him, without the danger of his fire.
Everyone is repulsed by his warning signs, pillars of smoke guarding him, while I breathe it in.
My friends tell me to leave,
But I like the feeling of being enraptured by his heat.
I like how he burns me,
With scars that won't ever go away
And that's okay.