Love like gasoline



“Darling, sometimes love

comes to you like a fire

to a forest. When it does,

be braver than I was


Just leave”



Clementine Von Radics


Did you think me

a simple bic lighter

requiring flint and

pressure to ignite?


Did you think me

wet matches? lose

leaf kindling? or

flash paper?


Did you honestly

see me glowing

from afar, think

me containable?


Did no one ever

tell you that the

Pheonix was

meant to fly?



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