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The Arsonist and the Firefighter
She had no business waltzing into my life,
and yet there she stood, atop my fiery gaze.
I remember the first time hearing her flowful voice, a different accent to the ones I am used to,
it stood out to me, like flowers do among blades of grass.
Her voice played in my head like a symphonic suite addressed to it's audience,
the mind registering every sound and letter her beautiful lips would utter.
I remember the first time I considered that I may like her,
and suddenly her presence was cultivated into my mind, as though forbidden to leave.
To be smitten by a woman so easily was a shock to me,
and yet it was her arms that softened my fall.
She was the fortitude of my mind, and the blood of my heart.
I was an arsonist, and she was a firefighter,
she was able to extinguish any flames that violently raged within me.
She would console me, listen to me and strengthen me,
Trials and Tribulations were many, and yet she was my only Triumph,
There were days where all I did was speak to her, listening to her voice and agreeing with everything she said,
too enamored by her fables she would tell, and the presence she contributed to care about giving my own thoughts.
There would be times where we would argue, but we would swiftly recover and love each other stronger,
Whenever something ignited within, she would put it out and tend to the damage.
I vividly remember transgressing, and charring her core, my one treasure in this world,
I had signed my death sentence without knowing it,
me being the arsonist, and her being the firefighter,
I stepped upto the Gallows, knowing the fate that awaited me
and so she put out the last flame, banishing me from this realm of Belonging I had longed for.
~The Arsonist
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