I wish someone would love you but it can’t be me, not anymore. because if someone loved you, I wouldn’t feel the need to rush into your burning heart salvage every inch I can I would pat out the fire with my bare hands. but not anymore. sometimes I wonder if I ever moved on, or if I just moved away. it doesn’t matter any more, what was or wasn’t there before. I wish I could hand the extinguisher to my friend that I know you loved. I would teach her how to use it, but she did not want to learn, and i’m sorry. I think she just wanted you to burn brighter for a little while longer, for someone to see from a distance, like a smoke signal, and come running. I hope they’re running for you. I hope someone comes to fight the fire inside you soon. but it wont be me, not anymore.
