at first,
she was just an old flame
hearing you speak her name burned through me
it burned like hot lava spewing from your lips
it burned hotter than one thousand suns
it burned me up inside.
that's the thing about old flames:
they can either burn out,
or ignite wildfires
and now I'm smoldering
I've burnt up.
the fire is out, suffocated
it cannot be rekindled.
there is no spark
there is no flame
there is only smoke
of a love lost
to a lust found