.firestarter.

.firestarter.

put the match to the striker,

with a grin on my face.

not knowing what could happen,

if i burned down this place.

with a twinkle in my eyes,

i light the match,

unbelievable the egg..

 that i was about to hatch.

watched the fire burn..

almost down to my hand,

blew out the match,

then struck another again.

turned the match upside down

and watched it burn,

zoned out on the light

and took another turn.

when it burned out,

turned around and struck another,

cupped my hand and

held it close like a baby to a mother.

i spun slowly in a circle,

watching that beautiful flame,

smiling my eyes locked,

i begin to feel a little pain.

blew out the fire,grabbed a match,

and hit the striker once more,

heard a large startling noise

like a slammed car door.

dropped the match accidentally,

ablazed still the flame.

attempted to stomp it out

and keep the fire contained.

dried branches lit quickly,

i'm engulfed in mere seconds,

"come away from the light"

the voice behind me beckons.

romantic love is

one of the most addictive substances on earth.

the fire inside me,

 a burning painfully pitiful curse.

once wind catches flame,

there's no turning back,

can't be doused out quickly,

no way to backtrack.

better call the fire department

because my heart is surrounded,

fuel that feeds my inferno?

 your key has my heart impounded.

don't get lost in love,

let that love find you.

a striker to your match,

 someone who'll see that run straight through.

don't trust pyromaniacs with flames,

or players that play mind games.

follow your intuition,

be kind, smart, and make good decisions.

fire can bring warmth,

or destroy many beautiful things.

the only things that extinguishes it

are tears and the rain.

the way to truly love,

is to know what it means to hurt.

burning is painful but

many other things are worse.

the moral of the story is

love and let love go.

to understand the extent of both

you must experience them to grow.

©Butteryevil2012