The Story Of Us

September the fourth
Burns the same way that
Matches burn my fingertips.
The same way needles
Pierce. Skin.
The same way your lips touched mine.
We ran out of time
I ran from you..
I love you.
And, for just a moment,
I'm sure that you loved me, too.
It was your distance that separated us
And my fire that that started
It all.
Yes.
My reply is yes.
Must I explain it to you?
No.
Because as soon as "Yes" surrounded us
I knew.
I knew all of you.
And you became mine.
Finally, in time.
But little did I know
That we are destruction when paired.