He is fire and you are made out of paper.
When he comes back, walk away. Be more fearless than I was. Drag your feet if you have to, wipe those tears away.
Never confuse the flames for warmth. It will rain gasoline every night, seek shelter. Tuck yourself under blankets of your coldest memories. Brush the ash from your hair and don’t look back.
Get lost in the unmapped eyes of strangers, hide in the cracks of their bones until you forget the taste of his lips. Until your kindle of a heart stops trying to set itself on fire with every mention of his name.
Never again think of igniting, of burning, of turning to cinder.