You exist softly between the tender rain and warm candles that burns unto the cold night. You're too delicate for me to touch with my fire hands.  You're too beautiful for me to ruin.

But I want you so much, I need to see your blood. To break you til the point of beauty. To study you in pain. I set fire to the things I like and if it burns bright then I'm all game.    

But you don't deserve this, and you don't deserve me.
So I'm letting you go because better creatures can love you.