I am a wildfire fire burning out of control in the hurricane like winds that are my life. The flames of my fire pulsate and flicker to the rhythm of my heart beat, fast and off tempo, having lost the melody of the song some time ago. I am out of control and burning people and bridges as I make my way through everything that surrounds me. The more I notice that things are burning away when I come into contact with them, the more my anger fuels the fire and I burn more intensely than before. I am convinced I am destined to destroy. I don’t even bother to look back and notice that with my destruction comes creation. I forget to notice that for every wall I’ve burnt down I’ve left something more permanent there. I’ve given the seeds that had been planted in the hearts Ive burned, the ones that came from the lessons of every girl and every lie who came before me, a chance to grow. I failed to notice that my winds ripped away the weeds and vines that encompassed their hearts and burned away any fear and hurt that lingered there from past lovers and made room for a new fire to grow. I made room for a fire of love so deep and pure to spark and burn eternally. If I only had slowed down long enough to see this maybe I would’ve stuck around long enough to find my song with her.
But time has passed and bridges have been burned and I’m out of control.
Or I was.
Something happened that night and I slowed down and my fire contained itself, I looked around me and saw the magic of my destruction.
I know what I can do now, I know the power of the words I speak and the calmness that radiates from my fingertips when I pull you in for one last kiss.
But your walls are heavy and high and I’m unsure if my fire can burn through it as I listen intently for the rhythm of your song, and I hear a muffled heart beat behind your layers of walls. I believe that, like me, you lost your rhythm and in the golden sunset of your eyes I’ve begun to find mine. So listen to me, listen to the song of my winds and the flicker of my fire, tune your ribs to my vibrations. Let the condemnation of fear that others have left inside of you be drowned out by the flicker of my fire. Let the melody of our song vibrate so fiercely that you let your walls fall. Let my heart set yours on fire, and know that I’ll be okay. If our song ends in one last harmony instead of a coda destined to repeat for a lifetime, I’ll be okay because in your eyes I’ve begun to find my melody and in my fire you will find your song.
So whether we end in a sonata or a movement I hope you’ll have learned you’re worth going through the depths of hell to hear your song from inside the walls I first heard it through. .