this one hurt

A shared fire, a burning light,

That lit our world, both day and night.

Two minds entwined, a single beat,

In passions found, so bittersweet.

But then a whisper, soft and low,

“I wish this spark would cease to glow.”

The words, like frost, they chilled the air,

A burden I was left to bear.

Did you not see the me in this?

Or was the light unbecoming bliss?

To wish away what makes us shine,

Felt like a wound, that wasn’t mine.

This vibrant passion, this steady flame,

Is more than just a passing game.

It is a part, a vital piece,

That brings my restless spirit peace.

And when you wished that fire gone,

It felt like you wished me withdrawn.

You see it as a flaw,

I see it as my all.

I’m not bad, the world is wrong,

This passion with or without you’s where I still belong.