Mother Knows Best

My skin caught on fire as the sound of my name rolled off your tongue, left your lips, and engulfed my heart with the entirety of your existence. 

Because dammit, that was the effect you had on me.

I looked into your eyes but you stared back into my soul. I held your hand but you had me wrapped around your finger. I inhaled the scent of your smoke and it was addictive. You burnt my tongue as it touched yours. You singed me as you traced me with your fingers. I loved the pain.

Mother always told me not to play with fire,

So why did I let you turn me into ashes?