Fire-
burns the hands of those,
who don't understand-

what fire is for,
not hugs nor cuddles
or sweet words
or songs
one wishes to hear.

Fire burns,
hurts
destroys-
those who wish to play
with fire.

Like you,
when you conjured me
when you lit me.

In the end,
I burned you.

And ashes-
what's left
of our last
contact.

I am fire,
you are human.

You have a heart
I am
but flames.