Kerosene

Kerosene and me,
What a love story.
If we can even call it love, some would call us a disaster, an explosion of broken pieces.
Together; we fuelled the fire, lacked the desire to put it out.
Kerosene was her name, I swear because that’s all that flowed through her veins. No one expected her to cut her veins wide open and bleed dry onto my flame kissed skin. I guess that’s what happens when you let my love kerosene in. Same toxic love story they tell you to stay away from but I didn’t know it then. Soaked in her combustible love, hoping she’d keep me safe but the story goes, watch your back for the knife they will stab you with. She had no knife, but she struck a match, struck it down the spine of my back. As the flame grew, she drew away from me, avoiding the heat, the danger, the toxins, all the things she created in me. She dropped the match, and watched my kerosene drenched heart become engulfed in flames so strong, everything around me crumbled into ashes. Insanity wouldn’t describe this moment, this love destroyed every fibre in my body, turning this heart into nothing but ash.
My sweet kerosene,
can’t you see what you do to me?
My love, kerosene,
smiled as she walked away from me, and the fire she started.