Wildfires

We talked for awhile
And settled our differences
But there was still tension between us.

What can I do to help you?
he whispered, pulling me into a hug.

Warm breath caressed my cheek as I
Gazed upon that angelic face of his.
This wasn’t going to work out
And we both knew it,
Yet we he still wanted to try.
I didn’t need help though
So why was he even asking?

Leave me alone. That will help,
I responded, breaking free of his grasp.

He pities you! He thinks you’re crazy!

For once, I didn’t listen to Ana as she glared
At Ryne with pure hatred in her eyes.
I managed a fake smile, wrote down my number,
Turned on my heel and left him at the bar.

I didn’t have time for people like that.

Those people would never make time for me.