She was fire.

He knew he was going to get burned.

She stood for everything good.

He knew he didn't.

She was his beacon of hope.

He was her guilty pleasure.

Together they ignored the world. Focused on themselves and drowned out the negativity surrounding them.

When he hurt her he knew he was something bad.

She craved for his touch again, begged him not to go.

He packed his bags and left without speaking.

Just one last look at his burning love.

Only to see the light extinguished.