I prepared you for what's real.
Motivated and kindled the fire that went out inside your soul long before I came.
   I brought comfort even when you cut my wings as I promised I would never leave.
I managed to fly with the baggage although it still stings.
To show you peace is all I wanted.
   Leave? Never...
I'd have to dance with your hands wrapped upon my neck saying if you go its over.
Either way I went it's not.
The flames will never die between us because what I hold is fire,
And as I sit below the faucet scrubbing off what's left of ash, I manage to breathe freely but our memories make me choke.
And even though I know your secrets I'll  never take your smoke...