The Fire

Have you ever truly watched the flame burn during a campfire on a cool, autumn night?
The air is crisp.
The leaves have started to change to vibrant hues of red and orange.
The warm glow of the sun fades. Perfect evening for comfort amongst loved ones.
But that fire…
It begins with a frenzied force.
Unpredictable and fierce.
Building and building wildly with each piece of brush thrown on.
The bright yellow flames dance passionately along the indigo night sky.
They’re erratic as they burn, but in a twisted way, they feel like home.
The warmth is inviting.
It entrances those beside it, but gives careful warnings not to get too close.
Its intimacy is enticing.
As the night continues on, the neglect seeps in and the flame fades slowly.
The air grows cooler.
Shivers run up your spine as the flame dwindles into almost nothing.
The tiny glowing embers haunt the darkness.
There’s barely anything left to keep that fire alive.

That fire is her.
She’s intense and vehement..loving and free.
But her flame burns out every time you manipulate her.
Every time you break her down, until she has nothing left to give.
She struggles to keep that flame alive.
To keep that spark ignited.
It’s up to you to control the flame.