She thought her sadness made her fluid
Made her sink below the depths
You burned brighter than the sun
A perfect view she hadn't touched yet
She thought you were the fire
Always leaving her burned by your touch
Really– you're the rain
You put her out when you deem her too much
Her brain worked just like charcoal
Unassuming– till it was lit
A spark of creativity
A dash of whimsy to the mix
You were all consuming
Every space you must contain
Though she's on dry land now
In her lungs your words remain