Mar 10 • General discussion
Wild Flame
Wild Flame
We were never soft.
Even in our tenderness,
there was edge.
You loved like a wildfire —
beautiful, consuming,
impossible to hold without being marked.
And I matched you.
That was our mistake.
Two strong spirits do not bow easily.
They challenge.
They provoke.
They burn.
Arguments between us were never small.
They cracked open rooms.
Voices raised.
Silences weaponized.
Apologies delayed out of pride.
But even in anger,
the attraction never left.
You would look at me mid-argument
with that same hunger
that first pulled me in.
And I hated
how quickly fire could turn into desire.
We did not know how to be calm.
We only knew how to feel deeply.
And deep feeling —
without discipline —
becomes destruction.
Still…
I would be lying if I said
I didn’t miss the heat
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