Never once did I think the person I found myself drawn to would take everything I'd given

and throw it into the flames of the fire you created.

The words.

The affection.

The love.

Everything piled into a collection of warmed embers and ash.

The burst of color I used to see within you hidden behind a wall of grey smoke.

My judgment clouded,

My senses weak.

Lost in a haze where I can't seem to find myself,

Find who I once was before you.

Memories no longer associated with the beholder disspate into the air above

As if they never existed,

Because thinking of them forces me to think of times before you hurt me.

It makes me want to forgive you,

Forget the smoke that took over my lungs as I so desperately searched for you behind the flame.

I thought it was a dream

Never once did I think the love I'd given you could be used to take advantage of me,

Of my heart,

Of the things I once found dear.

Love cannot be taken away as quickly as a piece of paper can catch fire.

Instead of burning quickly it takes time.

It takes time to crumble away until there is nothing left.

I wish I was paper.

I wish you'd burned me instead.

It would have made it a lot easier to stop loving you.