I came across him in the dark
And like a moth to a flame
He pointed out the parts of me
That were bright and full of life
And just as I stepped close
He stole that spark he claimed to love
And used it to light the path he left on
I was always told to fight 
fire with fire.
That was until I met water.
I, a raging flame, 
smothered by a liquid.
Yet I continue to burn in embers,
and water continues to
drown my colors of red.