by Colette

She's fire and sparks, heat and energy, burns you up and spits out the ashes. But what a magnificent fire it is when it's lit.

Fire consumes, but it also lights the way, and even in consuming a part of my naivete she showed me something in myself I couldn't see.

She's arrogant and brash, not very classy, but no one had ever said the things about me she did. Even if she just wanted something in return; fair price.

Opportunity's past and she's following behind, and I don't know if I like the way the flames are chasing me.

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