you are a wildfire // you are born of your father’s fury, and your mother’s fear // your blood was made for roadmaps and vacant signs // your lungs have turned to smoke and lies // you are nothing.

but he is ice // he is made of sleepless nights and starless skies // he is unforgiving, tempered steel, the bite of blade against skin // he is toes dangling off edges // he is a dream // a desire // a damnation.

he is everything // and somehow, he builds something from nothing // you are not a wildfire // he is not ice // he is your home // you are his solid ground.