“Don’t take this the wrong way,” I tell him. I look off into the distance. “Just stay away from me.” I begged him. Sadness laced my voice but it was also firm. He knew I was dead serious. I looked into his eyes. Hurting. Confusion. More hurting. I was glad I hurt him. I felt no guilt. After all, that’s how he’s made me feel for the past three months. But when I told him to stay away my intent was not to hurt him. I told him because I want to stop hurting. The way he passes glances my way, his kindness, his mannerisms… It all hurts me. Hell, even hearing his voice stings my soul. I can’t do it anymore. I don’t want to hurt anymore. He needs to stop looking at me, stop being kind to me, stop being a gentlemen, stop talking to me. He has another girl to look at, be kind to, be a gentleman to, to talk to. And that girl is not me. I walked away. I didn’t look back.
Ember burning bright. Born for destruction or born for light?
Can someone hate their creation? Because I'm afraid of my own design. What I may be capable of. In a snap of a finger my ember can spark destroying what is and was. "You're loved" is what you say but you can't get it though your brain. I'm impotent to my strength.
You don't want to look at me, don't look at me. You run away from me, run away from me. I am aware of my aftermath toxic smoke so it's ok. I know I cause nothing but heartache.
Beware because I've been known to ruin lives. Use caution, I might spark into a raging fire Be careful if you make me to happy I might burn you alive. Causing spiritual death leaving people shattered, trying to pick pieces, due to me forgetting about my hazard.
The word gentle isn't in my mental vocabulary. My touch, my touch is dangerous. It's warm at first, almost comforting in the beginning but the longer you hold me the more I singe. I don't want to cause you sanity. So stay away, far from my ember, in fear your oxygen will ignite this fire.
Embers burning bright Born for destruction or born for light? look at me in the eye then you decide.