I've loved lots of people.
But I've never felt the way I did with you.
Our love was fire, not to be messed with or touched.
Like fire loving you was scary but beautiful.
You knew me inside and out.
You saw my flaws and my fears.
We loved and hurt as hard as we could.
We fought with daggers that left scars and lesions in our hearts. (Your specialty)
We could turn it around and make each other feel like we were the only people in a room.
You knew how I loved and all the inner workings of me and my heart.
I saw you at your best and your worst.
I knew your next move.
I knew what you were thinking.
From the tone of your voice to the look in your eyes
I now fear that we've dug too deep (into our hearts).
Our once fiery love has turned into ashes.
Sparkling embers are no longer.
And I wonder, was I just another conquest to you?
Or do you miss my touch like how I miss yours on my skin?
I miss your dangerous smile that always made my heart jump.
I want to reach so badly for your hand again and let you know I need you back.
To call you and tell you I miss you.
It's too late now
I'm afraid to realize that in the end, all fires get put out.