He can build raging fires from afar
Staying clear of any danger.
His kind of danger is closeness
Though he does like to tease of it
Have to worry about it happening.
He is a firestarter
Like an arsonist
Whispering everything you’ve never heard
Telling you how wonderful you are
How you ‘fit’ right into his life
How lucky he is to have you.
He is not a creator
He is a destroyer
And he hopes,
He turns up the heat
Because he is cold
It never gets warmer for him
Just for you.
He will build you up
As high as he can possibly build
Just to watch you fall
It isn’t him that is broken