I'm not sure how much he loved it or hated it
Maybe it was his love for craze, which was more profound than his love for me could have ever been
The thing is we can't see the end before we start
And when two forest fires come together they burn so passionately and harmoniously
Yet ignorantly
I remember questioning if the fire was fucking beautiful or fucking toxic
But you were more caught up in waiting to see how the ashes made their way from the smoke
How can a blindsided lover walk away from the monster that gives her definition
You can tell me about happiness, you can tell me about confidence, but you can't tell me shit about fucking pride
A fool cannot be defined in the dark
Fuck you for ever turning the lights off
R.I.P- passionate souls
-C.C.
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