when you're engulfed in flames

i am partial to watching my life burn.

when i feel a hint of heat, this means i sit with my palms out as if to say, "take it." id sooner watch everything disappear than hear, "it's ok, let me perish." id sooner collapse all of my muscles and feel my spirit draining from behind my eyes, pulling me to the center of the Earth than be told i deserve this. i am not built for anxiety.

i am far too sensitive to the gradient of affinity and enmity. one degree darker and "there will never be any more light or love or magic!" one more and not even speech can permeate the void between my bones. there is no sound.

i live for your approval. this is my greatest fault, and will be the death of me.