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ablaze
I used to think I owed him my flame,
because it was his match he used to light it.
Until I watched him use his own hands
to smother the very fire he set inside me,
and mindlessly leave embers
in the bottom of the pit.

Yes, it was he who set me ablaze—
and when he no longer needed
to warm his hands,
he put out the fire he set
with his very own match,

but he made the mistake of leaving me just enough to rekindle myself.

—what a blessing in disguise.
© helz