I knew that the danger would make me fall in love with him. I am a magnet for men with intentions made of straw. A flame, that sets fire to every sunrise but cuts herself open as a sacrifice for it’s setting. Did you know that women who bleed fire, become black widows for men whose hands haven’t been washed since the last body they painted red? When I looked at you I knew that you could be my undoing, and so I opened my arms and welcomed you home.
