I was walking by,
I saw him and his fuchsia lips.
He lit a cigarette.
He stopped me and
He kissed me.
I swallowed the smoke and his love.
He still had the heat, and
I said, "set me on fire!"
I became a human torch, a Martyr of his love.
He said, "You smell like a dying bunch of tulips" as he laughed hysterically.
Burnt my body.
My ashes were pale blue, like how my dying heart was.
He walked away
like he barely saw myself on fire.
But little did I know that-
He was the fire.