We fought like fire with a burning passion.

You loved me fiercely to make up for it.

We were twin flames, this I was sure of.

Soulmates destined to set the world ablaze.

I felt special like your favorite action figure.

Little did I know I had fallen in love with a born pyromaniac.

I had heard stories about how when you were little you would set your toys on fire in the yard and watch them burn.

You loved to watch them burn.

You loved me til I burned.

Like the others before me I laid there helpless in the dirt, smelling of scorched plastic and harsh chemicals.

You didn’t seem to mind being left with the ash.