A car crash in slow motion,
And I didn’t hit the brakes—
Hell, I floored it.
Who needs safety when you can feel everything
All at once,
Like fireworks strapped to your chest?
We collided in a beautiful mess,
Like we were born just to break something
Or someone.
Spoiler: It was both.

You, with your hurricane eyes and devil-may-care grin,
Twisting chaos like a flame between your lips,
Daring me to get close enough to catch fire.
I saw through the veil of your laughter,
The hurt you masked with quick, fiery wit—
A shield for the scars you kept hidden.

I got close.
Oh, I got close.
Burnt my fingers on your laughter,
Tasted the smoke in your kiss
And thought, yeah, this is the good stuff.
Turns out, we were just two pyromaniacs
With a death wish and a matchbox heart.

But ****, wasn’t it exhilarating?
We weren’t a love story—
Nah, we were a crime scene,
Caution tape and all.
I should’ve known from the start
That this wasn’t going to end with sunrises and sunsets.
We were the wreckage you rubberneck on the highway,
The kind you can’t look away from
Because it’s too much—
Too bright, too fast, too everything.

And yeah, we crashed.
Hard.
But don’t tell me it wasn’t worth it.
Tell me it didn’t feel like flying
Right before we hit the ground.
Tell me those sneaky nights didn’t taste like gasoline and adrenaline,
And we lit the sky on fire, didn’t we?

The aftermath?
It’s all in the details, baby.
You’ll stitch yourself up and I’ll do the same,
Both a little more cracked,
A little more alive,
And we’ll tell ourselves,
“I’m fine, I’m fine,”
Until we start believing it.

You’ll chase whatever ghost you think will save you,
And me?
I’ll walk through the flames like they can’t touch me.
I’m already ash, darling,
I’ve been through the fire,
And now?
Now, I blaze my own trail.