When the fireworks have died,
all that's left is the fire.
A fire that comes out of nowhere
Turning your smile into panic
into tears, into grief
I guess that's what happened to us
Consuming love consumed us
until we have no words left
but blades in our hands
that carve "I love you" in each other's skin
The searing pain and push aways
We are left with no other tools
to stay together but either
to push for greater anger
or forget about everything.
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