He will not come dressed in a red cape and horns, no, it is so much more than that. He will masquerade as everything you’ve ever wanted. Deception is the name of the game and he knows exactly what he is doing. Little girls who play with fire get their fingers burned and I’m still picking the soot out from underneath my fingernails. You see, it is easy to mistake the flames for light when you don’t know any better. Things that promise light seldom go unheard, and he isn’t any different. It sounds a little less like a fire alarm, a little more like a siren song. And though he sets your heart ablaze, he will fill your lungs with smoke, I promise you. That is not what they mean when they say he takes your breath away. Boys like him will only starve all of the oxygen from the room and leave you choking. He will lick the kerosene from your palms and tell you it will quell the flames. And he will make you believe that this is what it feels like to finally be warm. But there is no safety in the tongues of burnished flame. Don’t let your dignity go up in smoke. They say fire and gunpowder do not sleep together… Darling, be the gunpowder. Where there is smoke, there is always fire. Darling, he is the fire. So follow it back to him. After all, he is the one who started it Darling, finish it. Rise from the ashes of the one who thought he was fireproof all along.