an eternal longing for a flame i cannot stand to feel. never will i comprehend the reason why my lips melt off when we kiss. they blister and bleed, so i pull away. i can’t bear the pain and stench of my burning flesh any longer. winter is approaching, the leaves will soon cease to exist. through this change i have misplaced my sweater. i feel the warmth though, i’m not quite sure exactly where it’s coming from. is it you? it is.

i can smell you.

i slowly creep my way over to your dancing flames. i watch in wonder, awe, and terror as your multicolored flames burn through the night. you’re breathtakingly beautiful, but then i notice something else. i manage to slip away from your beauty and see what i hadn't seen before. there are icicles dancing around you. circling your flame. your weakness… they sing and call to you. sirens they are, seductive and alluring. you let them come to you in the night, and corrupt you... you start to die down. slowly. sizzling. your light is dying flat. you push them away, for now. i stand watching mesmerized by your tricks. yet i'm sickened.

it’s dark now, pitch black. not a sound to be heard, except for the sizzle of your, what used to be known as flames. you’re nothing now. yet, i still stand watching. alone, in the dark. there is nothing left. you’re no where to be found and neither are they it seems.

i leave what i brought for you, on a rock beside your flameless pit.

matches.