She compares her past love to a flame
She says it is now an ember
An ember isn’t out.
An ember can start a wildfire.
An ember causes just as much destruction as a fire.

She says she loves me
But how am I different than the last one?
Or am I just a temporary fix for the “hole” she says was left in her heart.

It’s not her fault that’s she’s been broken
It’s not her fault that she had to throw herself into the fire in an attempt to put it out
But it’s my fault that I dove in after her and burnt myself on the embers.
It’s my fault that I love her too much to care about getting hurt.

**** the embers.
I will get a bucket of water.