You caused a wildfire in my chest but
ever since you started dreaming about
somebody else
I've been coughing up ashes

When you left, it made me think about the way geologists had to come up with words for how the continents broke apart.

HE HAS SKIN THAT FEELS LIKE A CANVAS, AND IT MAKES ME WANT TO PAINT HIM AL NIGHT. ANGER AND TRAGEDY ALWAYS MAKE THE BEST PAINTINGS AND I GUESS THAT'S WHY I CALL HIM A WORK OF ART

I've always been amazed at how some people can glide
their fingertips over the surface of a flame without being burned
Whenever I was asked to dip my skin into the heat, I denied.
I never liked to play with fire.
But then,
I met you.