Playing With Fire

Being my best friend isn't some damn trophy
It's a promise
It means I gave you my WHOLE HEART
And now you're leaving me behind, moving on

Even now, 
burn me and I'll grab bandages and step right back into the fire. 
Cut me and I'll sew up the wounds and hand you back your knife. 
I don't learn to fear fire, even when I get burned. 

I'm not a child, and yet I still play with fire. 

I bared my soul to him
Didn't leave out anything. 
And he told me I was beautiful. 
He told me he still cared. 
He took me to movies and held me while I cried
He picked up my broken pieces and put me back together. 
And I fell in love with him the way a flower blooms. 
I fell in love with the way he smiles, with the way he makes me feel. 
He was fire only I didn't see it. 

Attachments are the best way to die. 
At first he was my salvation, my bounce back. 
And now he's so much more. 
But he doesn't see
How much he means to me. 
And now he's fading away. 
He's found others he can comfort, 
others to be in love with, 
others to care about. 
I'm not a child but I'm still playing with fire. 
I still haven't learned how dangerous a match can be. 
How dangerous a candle in darkness can be