I don't know what it's like to burn.
To feel blazing fire in the chest,
or the skipped beat in my hearts rhythm.
I've never felt the flutter of a butterflies wings in my stomach,
the churning sensation that lovers so often describe.
I don't know the sadness of a goodbye.
I never understood the falling tear of departure,
never felt pain for being alone.

The fire of love is not dead in me,
my flame is just small and dim.
But you came in like a shooting star.
You exposed the dimness of my heart with a burst of light,
but my fire did not grow in yours.
My drop of fire drowned in your ocean of flames.
It suffocated yet again by the ever rising current of love.

I don't know what it's like to burn.
I've only ever known the sensation of drowning.