With someone like me, it is either all or nothing.
I could ask myself the same.
The night that we met, we agreed to turn the hourglass.
Jack Antal
We agreed to start the clock on a time neither one of us ever really wanted to end.
I loved your charisma.
I loved the way you cared for me, and you loved the way I needed it.
I think it was my honesty that scared you away.
I think you knew you could not hide from me.
I was always hoping I would never have to set you free.
With someone like me, it is either all or nothing.
You hope that someone else will not be afraid to get burned.
I often wonder how someone could hold so much darkness yet still manage to burn so brightly.
You found me to be so enticing.
But was it me that you wanted after all?
You touched my arm and looked into my eyes and whispered the word, perfect.
A perfect storm perhaps, but I was far from your textbook definition of perfect.
Maybe I was the last one to cross off of your list of experiences before you left my city.
Maybe devouring an artist was worth more to you than your diploma.
Maybe if you could not create, you wanted to inspire.
Maybe you have become my muse, and maybe I will never forget you.
Maybe I am burning, but I am not going anywhere.
