Girl on Fire

The candlelight flickered off these pages

But these walls have seen more casting shadows

From my heart than the flame on the wax.

Eyes look best in campfire light,

and maybe that's how I saw you;

a flawed but ever glowing soul.

Like flares our kisses sent messages

to the untouched ashy sky above

"God, this is good. Help our hearts not to burn."

Now I know why burn victims are said to have the worst kind of pain.

Because I have third degree burns 

on every memory we've ever made.

I miss the way we breathed each other

Without the smoke filled doubt consuming your lungs.

 I'm tired of holding on to hope in these embers

Cause the only thing that's going to re-spark your interest

can't be felt through the alcohol in your system. 

If you were reading this, I'd tell you you're damn firefighter.

Come back to the you I fell in love with,

  And put this fire out, before I turn to ashes.