Fire is the flame I saw in your eyes when we were only best friends, needing to converse with you every night in order to feel a kind of satisfaction for life. I needed that spark that once flew to keep me feeling a kind of happiness that once was. That was fire then, this is fire now.

Betrayal.

You lied, you told what I confided in you with.

Deceit.

There was no friendship only you looking in me for all the wrong things.

Fire is all of the drama and pain you've caused me these past couple of days. That is what fire is, with it's majestic orange glow that still seems to ring in your eyes.