fire and ice.

we didn’t start off as the hours on the phone type. both of us were completely comfortable in our own awkward silence. time was spent doing nothing most days. but it became something when beside her. she was so cool. it was like i desperately needed to be inside her mind. i wanted so badly her attention. i wanted so badly her approval. i fought for her til she was mine. with my wit and carelessness. showed her i was something worth keeping and from there unwrapped a quaint combination. i was fire and she was ice. so often i tried to light her up, just like she would try to freeze me. amongst these experiments we learned it all… she knew that i was wildfire and i knew she was solid ice. two aspects we knew couldn’t change two aspects we tried to swallow but with my fire i burned her tongue she lost most of her senses she melted and has yet to reform but hasn’t forgotten how good my warmth can feel she knows she may never get her taste back and she may forever hate my sparks but something inside her desires my warmth …she can’t imagine going back now i have grown a hate for my flames my mistakes are like gasoline i fear my fire is out of control too large of a scene to be combined. …but she is so cool. now i finally can hear whats in her mind. yet i find myself still desperately wanting her approval. wanting her to say “it’s okay”. I understand some burns don’t heal some burns forever leave scars and although she’ll always desire my warmth she now knows the danger of my flames. i don’t think we’ll end as the hours on the phone type we may be completely fine without things being explained time will be spent doing nothing like before. and that will become something when i’m without her.