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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