It’s amazing, isn’t it?

How a fire burns out?

So quick to flame,

So quick to devour the world in red and orange.

But it burns out,

Fading into ash.

Anger burns out.

Love burns out.

I think I’m similar to fire,

In a lot of ways.

I’m thriving,

Alive.

And then suddenly I’m cold,

Watching the ashes of my heart slip through my fingers.

Never even knowing why.

Are you happy now?