I forgive you for hurting me but you still like to play with fire and your matchsticks haven’t run out. 

The flames fascinate you but when the smoke clears all you’re left with are ashes all around. 

So tell me darling, weren’t our flames bright enough? Wasn’t the fire warm enough? Because the forest we burned is all I can think about. 

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