I set myself on fire just to keep you warm. You should see my third-degree burns. I was taught to never play with matches but I guess I’ll never learn. You stand there with no sense of panic and watch me as I slowly burn. Ascending to new heights and I still want to take you higher. Burnt every flower in the garden of my heart and you’re still fuelled with a burning desire. All that I needed was the kind of love that I mysteriously couldn’t find. I’m the boy who didn’t give up on love and you’re the girl who stopped learning to love again. For some odd reason, you enjoy watching me going through relentless pain. With your kerosene hands you ignite every single thing you touch. All I wanted you to do was love me, I wasn’t really asking for much. Every time I say your name, I feel a burning sensation at the back of my throat. Swimming in an ocean of kerosene with no signs of a lifeboat. I keep thinking about how loving you is complicated while I try to stay afloat. I’m the boy who taught himself how to love through the pain. I thought that your love and laughter could keep me sane. You constantly scorch my skin with your burning love. I set myself on fire just to keep you warm. You should see my third-degree burns. I was taught to stay away from fire but I guess I’ll never learn. You stand there and watch me as I slowly burn. Slowly burning, now here comes the smoke. But a phoenix will always rise from the ashes. A phoenix will always rise.