wires

Your reckless electricity.

Your every gesture that ignites sparks within my withered soul.

Maybe this is why we burnt out.
We aren't matches; we were never a "perfect match".

You weren't the gasoline to my lighters.

You are electric.


And I am but water. An open book. Unpredictability.

I was foolish enough to believe you held the power to calm my tempests
When you are

Lightning

Against my surface.

Bright, magnificent, deadly.

Everything I could ever want is my vanquisher.

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