I finally learned how to use a lighter.
I’m 21 years old and no longer afraid of fire.
I have you to thank for that. You and I were rotted logs thrown
together in a desperate attempt to create something beautiful.
Because part of the beauty in fire is how dangerous it is.
We burned each other out and could not say no to pouring just
a little more lighter fluid over each other. Our problem was that
our embers danced in different directions. I had to burn brighter-
you had to carry a more powerful flame. I finally reached out for a
glass of cold water because I had been charred beyond recognition.
The embers that once danced off of your tongue no longer leave
blisters on my hands and heart. I put us out for good reasoning.
I am no longer afraid of fire. I am learning to control it.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
I finally learned how to use a lighter.
I’m 21 years old and no longer afraid of fire.
I have you to thank for that. You and I were rotted logs thrown
together in a desperate attempt to create something beautiful.
Because part of the beauty in fire is how dangerous it is.
We burned each other out and could not say no to pouring just
a little more lighter fluid over each other. Our problem was that
our embers danced in different directions. I had to burn brighter-
you had to carry a more powerful flame. I finally reached out for a
glass of cold water because I had been charred beyond recognition.
The embers that once danced off of your tongue no longer leave
blisters on my hands and heart. I put us out for good reasoning.
I am no longer afraid of fire. I am learning to control it.
