Love is like a campfire, at least love with you.

We both set it up and the flames start building,
And you bask in the warmth while I bring the logs
From the dark forest, I go trip after trip
Unable to rest in my very own warmth

Sent out again to keep the flames going,
But one time I trip over a thick root in the dark.
I pick myself up alone, deciding to come back empty handed
Maybe I could rest up, focus on my own well being.

You're waiting there, questioning why I didn't bring any back
And yet no explanation seems to satisfy you.
So as the flames die out and the light starts to dim
You decide to walk away, seeing as I'm no use to you anymore.

And that is why Love is like a campfire.
The brightest and most passionate,
Only created under the effort of both parties,
While one one-sided leaves you out in the cold.