sparklers are for the people who love more than they could ever be loved in return, for the ones who exhaust extinguish their own light for others to only appreciate them for a moment and then be forgotten, for those who run out in rainstorms for people who won’t even stay with them in the sunshine, for the ones who wait until everyone around them is shining before they ignite their light and glow. but you can’t live by just borrowing love for an instant or living with the ashes of other’s achievements; you die a fresh death every time you listen to those voices that crash down on you like hail until you’re too numb to move you’re too over it to try you’re too cold to ignite at all.