be careful when handling me.
my body was built with gunpowder,
and someone lit my fuse
long before we met.

be aware that at any moment,
I could burst.

you can run away now
and never look back,

or you can wait here with me
and together, we'll look up at the sky.

it's entirely your choice.

but, darling, if you can't accept
the chaos inside of me,

then you will have no right
to comment on
my beautiful explosion.

I'm so lit
you get a fake tan
             of my words.

                          But there so fake  
that it washes of quickly...

I am the fire that resides, the flame that burns into the deep. the spark that ignite unto that of what will not keep lit