Angel On Fire

They told me that love was supposed to be a cup of red wine. You held out the flute of wonder, a swirl of blood and gold. A sweet drunken love at the tip of your lips begging to be consumed whole. I've never been the kind to drink or to fall in love, but this time I took the bottle whole for just you and I. It sparked a fire in my throat, burning lust. The coals tumbling into my heart, bringing my soul to life.

Our love was the color of my lipstick and the kisses across your body. A rouge mark of love settled on your neck. It was the maroon silk of my nightgown and the deep sienna of my hair. You cressed my phoenix wings with your gentle fingers. Our fingers intertwined through the autumn leaves, our cheeks blush red as mars under the fallen snow. You said I was your angel on fire in this world of black and white.

With every touch, there were sparks of pleasure, but always pain later on. Pain that I then could not describe. It sat in my chest, ached in my bones. They said our passion would never fizzle out. I wanted you from the start no matter if it hurt. I became the moth to your flame.

I was pulled into your orbit from far away. You said I was your sun, your moon, the light of your life. I could see you across the stars. You were my Icarus and I was your sun. I let my match slip through my fingers and watched it set your world aflame. I had never felt this way before. To watch us dance in the flames without getting burned. To want you more than any clear sky on this earth. I thought this was beautiful. You've seen me bare under the innocence of the moon. My secrets, my scars, skin and bone, I let you keep them in a place no one else would find. You wanted to smolder in my blaze and I wanted to hold you in my fever blanket where it would be just you and me. We were brighter than any blue star in the galaxy.

In the garden of spring when the snow melted, you were a rose that blinded me with red cellophane. You wrapped it around my eyes like a mask, covering my senses from what I thought was harm. I couldn't see the red flags because it all blurred together. You replaced my coals in my heart with gasoline. I felt short of breath because I was suffocating in the exhaust. You were the only thing I saw and the only one I wanted to see. I couldn't consider you to be my poison. 

I tripped into the waterfall of doubt and sunk below the waters. My fire ceased, boiling and drowning me as I reached for the surface. I shiver in the ashes you left in our home. Why weren't you there when I needed you most? I drank this bottle of wine for you and me, so why if you glass spilt on the marble beneath us?

I didn't notice when you began to drift away in space. The embers I lit for you were beginning to glow for someone else. I could see a new light twinkling in the distance. She was a new starlight in your dark sky. She was the new Sol in your nebula, the new twilight that I was casted behind. A candle doesn't have a shadow. My wings began to dwindle. Your warmth withdrew from my soul and I felt like I was beginning to lose myself. I thought I needed you to stay afloat in this lava pool of life. Clearly our minds were on different pages. This was the pain I could not name. A black widow hanging in my chest, injecting its venom into my heart. It's webs clogged my blood from going to my head and I couldn't think straight because of it.

You keep me hanging on by a thread when I can feel you reaching for the dagger. You cut my heartstrings one by one to detach yourself from me when you could've told you wanted to leave. Don't tell me you love me when I know your heart says otherwise. Your fire has grown cold. You can't even keep your eyes on me. You don't touch me the way you used to when I was yours.

Watch her draw you in with a lighter. You're just another twig for her kindle. Her wildfires will enclose you in a ring of soot, blinding you with the false image of love. I see those bleeding hearts around her neck. She'll tell you that each heart represents her love for you. Those hearts are the past lovers she pushed into the flames. Your heart be the next one on the golden chain. She'll make you want her more and more. The sweet poison she'll lay across your bed will paralyze you. She'll wear that maroon dress and wear the blood red lipstick, but just you wait. When she leans down to whisper in your ear, she'll stab you in the heart. When she pulls away, I won't be there for you when you come crawling back. I'll watch you bleed your heart out and cry your crimson tears on my doorstep. I won't feel back. I won't want you back.

What I would do to take away this feeling of hatred for you. No matter how much I still love you, the only way for me to save myself from the inferno was to let you go. I'll push you out of my flames and so we don't get burned. I won't rip apart my wings for you, but this is my last gift of mercy. I was once your angle of fire, but now I'm no longer yours. I am the angel of fire and you won't ever put me out again.