Your hair like the fire
That I saw burning in you;
Red,
Setting you apart.

Why, exactly
Is my mind so unable to decode
The anger within your words;
The wrath in which I was unable to escape,
All because of a few things.
Things I did.
Things I said.
This "friendship"
Like a plane in a thunderstorm;
Irrevocably caught.
Each day another strike of lightning,
Sending us down, down,
Inevitably crashing.

Your eyes like the fire
That I carefully watched burn out;
Black,
Finally driving me away.