House Fire

I've always had a fear of fire,
the way it sets flame to whatever it touches,
it's ability to turn anything to ash,
the thought of it terrified me.
at least it did.

my perspective of fire changed when I met you,
you were an open flame,
one that I fell in love with,
your flame was bigger than me,
it controlled me.
the heat that radiated off it was invisible,
I chose for it to be that way.

I gave you room to grow,.
I provided you with oxygen,
while you spent your time setting fire to whatever laid between us.
each boundary turned to a pile of ash,
leaving me to make new ones,
ones that complied to you.
at least until you burned them again.
eventually I stopped making them,
I gave you more things to burn,
I ran into your flame,
no air for me to breathe
only smoke.

outsiders tried to put out your flame
and instead you set them on fire,
driving them so far away from me,
until I have no one left.
no one but you.

you built me a new house,
a house of flames,
no doors or windows.
I was yours,
and I couldn't change that.
why would I?
I found comfort in your fire,
the way it burned each time I touched it,
I fell in love with the scars it left behind.

I used to be scared of fire,
but now I welcome it,
never putting a stop to it.

I leave everyone worried,
they beg me to put out the flame,
but this flame is special,
it's addicting.
however, sometimes I'll find myself asking
what's outside this house fire?
and is it worth finding out?
but i guess ill never know