Walk with me to my blackened room,
I'll follow you wherever,
I don't need to be brave, as I fear nothing when it's you I am with.

Help me light the lights,
One by one,
With your fire,
With the fire in your soul,
The fire that burnt me too deeply,
Sank deep into places I didn't know could burn,
And consumed me whole.

Even now, years later,
I am still trying to figure out,
Why I'm still clawing at the air,
Why I still can't breathe,
Why the scars still refuse to fade.

I wish I could have said:
Let it be your fire that burnt me.
But now I see,
You lost it to someone else,
You shone, and you ashed.

If I had been brave enough,
I might have shared that fire with you,
The one that was once yours,
Because I am still burning inside,
With yours,
And yours alone.