you can't see it but i am a flame
pulled straight from the matchbox
and struck against it's side
i'd been burning so long
i lost my ability to feel

you can't see it but you are
covered in kerosene
poured over your body
again and again
you bathed in lighter fluid for so long
it started soaking into your skin

i kept you at a distance
never close enough to light you up
because i was too afraid of what may happen
to your smooth, tan flesh

but alcohol is flammable
and as we doused ourselves in it
I felt my body draw towards yours
like a magnet

and when we touched
everything exploded

like you had become a bomb
and i was the tiniest bit of heat
needed to destroy everything
within a ten mile radius

as we laid there
tangled up in each other
the smoke filling our lungs
i couldn't help but think about how
matches become bigger fires
when dropped in kerosene
than they ever could have been
on their own