I was in the forest, when you exploded,
raining cinders on my dreams,
torching alight our souls,
With no help or sign of rescue
I did the only thing I could;

In the circumstances,
Trying to hold your burning doubt
in my own fragile hands,
Trying to calm your red hot fears,
with my own cool terror,
You were your own worst nightmare my love;

I couldn't save you from yourself,
could only stand still in the forest,  lit up
like the 4th of July as you exploded 
and calmly tell you the truth, just once,
and wait for the sparks of your resistance
to destroy my beating heart.

The End

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