Matches (shitty poem by yours truly)
They were matches.
As soon as they met they were struck with
Love.Passionate flames engulfing them both completely.
Fiery love burned bright in their hearts as they found beauty in everything about each other.
Sadly, their fiery infatuation was only skin deep.
But they were matches,
And matches burn fast.
They flame soon slowed and flickered.
But neither of them knew how to keep it going, nor did they care.
They got to bask in cooes and awws from their friends and jealousy from their old flames.
So it got dim.
They choked on the ashes and singed their hair on the flying ember of what could have been.
Fingernails dirtied and skin darkened by soot.
They soon parted in search for a lasting fire.