I knew she wanted to cry.

I had know that for a very long time yet she couldn’t or wouldn’t let herself be consumed by what her heart wanted.
She didn’t want to let reality in or allow it to make its home in everything she tried to keep locked away.

The universe once had been hers but the four simple words “I don’t love you” set her on fire and burnt her world apart.
She now laid in the debris of burnt away foundations;
And I didn’t know what to say.

The fire, he had burnt in her, lit candles in my mind that when left unattended burnt holes in my thoughts and set fire to my memories.

I knew what this felt like;
I was on fire too.