He loved the way she burned;
Hot, bright, beautiful.
He was drawn like a moth to her brilliant flame.
She was heat and light,
Magnetic and enticing.
She burned away his fear and insecurity.
His love fueled her fire, fed her flame.
But playing with fire is a dangerous game;
You're bound to get burned when you taste the flame.
But he had to know the sweetness of her kerosene.
And she watched as he ignited,
Tears streaming down her cheeks,
Extinguishing her flame.
And she mourned the pile of ashes
He left behind.