You set a burning, raging fire in my chest that ignited my heart.
So dangerous it burnt everything with a slight touch, leaving black ash marks.

I doubted that a fire like this could ever burn out, fade.
For not a word could have changed the way I feel for you, or the memories we used to trade.

But I have learnt that perhaps without contact or exposure, a fire has the ability to flicker and dim.
For it wasn’t a love that we shared, it was my love for him.

With every moment I lost my breath and days spent apart, perhaps the lack of oxygen suffocated my lungs and twisted my heart.

Maybe, just maybe this lack of oxygen is just what I need;
To erase all the fuel, and put out the fire that you so pleasurably feed.