Love is the most dangerous act

Given as easily as it can be taken back

The way you rolled through me like magma under the earth's crust

You were warm and welcoming in my veins

Lighting on fire each nerve's end

A fire I feigned for

A comfort I yearned for

What would remain if you didn't come through here anymore?

A barren wasteland in the form of a woman

Full of charcoal and smoke

A rainfall of ash settles to the ground now cold

This would be my humble abode

As I sat alone in volcanic snow

I would take note

Of how the time passed slowed

And with it growth

Small trees sprout

Slowly, but surely animals would come and explore about

Make homes where I thought nothing could

I would watch the wasteland become alive again

Mountain springs and roaring rivers

Tall pines perfect for lines of Christmas lights

The fish would jump and bite

Deer and elk would raise their little ones

Bear cubs tussling through tall grass

Who knew the woman I would become after all the destruction we caused

The match you held

The fire I fed

I am not healed but almost

I can taste it on my tongue

I have never been more sure that you do not belong

I do not live for your comfort because I have my own

I have been given a chance

A chance to rebuild

With freedom and strength

I will become exactly who I want