Sunday, October 24, 2010

spreads like wildfire.

11.11pm, 24th of October, 2010.
Listening to: Rihanna ft. Eminem - Love The Way You Lie Pt. 2.

Spreads Like Wildfire.
The way you push me away and tell me that you hate me, and the way I shout at you and destroy the things you love.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise anymore.

We’re not meant to be together.

The two of us are far too destructive for our own good.

But does that stop us?

Not a chance.

We say with such fervent passion that it’s ‘over’.

Though we know such words are only lies.

I know I should be stronger, but I’m selfish.

I can’t handle knowing that you would be happier without me.

If we’re going to be miserable, I would rather be miserable with you.

I’d rather bring you down with me than be alone in my suffering.

And if that causes you to hate me, despise me with all your being, so be it.

You know you need me.

Just as well as I know that if we go on, I will continue to loathe you and hate you for depending on me.

Soon enough again, I won’t be able to stand the sight of you.

The sound of your voice will cause my blood to boil.

I’ll try to block you out, separate myself from you.

It’ll happen that way, as it has so many times before.

Until, as always, something will happen that changes it all.

On a hot, sticky night, we will fall together.

Just one touch.

White hot and scorching.

One simple brush of skin to skin and it spreads like wildfire set ablaze, reigniting everything I felt for you from the first time we met.

The shyness, the nervousness, the happiness..

All of it set alight once again.

And like a moth drawn to this flame, I stand, struck still, stunned by the glorious light that surrounds you.

Because I don’t know any better.

Because I can’t think straight.

Because it overcomes me.

That need to be next to you.

That need to have you.

Even if I get burnt.

Even if I die trying.

I can’t be without you.

I don’t think I could even stand to live.

Because the spark that fuels the fire will eventually destroy it all, sending this house up in flames.

And the only proof of what we had together will be the dark cloud of black smoke which blocks out the sun.

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Behind the Story

It’s a destructive relationship, of course. They know better than to fight fire with fire, but it’s all they can do to keep themselves from falling completely apart. All you get is a bigger fire, you say? True, but the more fire the better. The more anger. The more passion. And it is this very passion which rekindles the flame. The two feed on the feelings they had shared in the beginning, but it only lasts for so long. A dependency they have for one another is dysfunctional to say the least. It’s only a weakness; something neither of them have the willpower to resist. No, it’s not love at all. At least, not the type with a happy ending. Because a love like this only breeds pure destruction.

‘Try and touch me, so I can scream at you not to touch me,
Run out the room and I’ll follow you like a lost puppy.
Baby, without you, I’m nothing.
I’m so lost, hug me,
Then tell me how ugly I am, but that you’ll always love me,
Then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the
Destructive path that we’re on, two psychopaths but we
Know that no matter how many knives we put in each other’s backs,
That we’ll have each other’s backs, ’cause we’re that lucky.’

Part two of the already infamous and emotional song. However, this version is a little slower and hard hitting. The story in the lyrics is a realistic one for some people out there who are stuck in a never-ending loop of jealousy, anger, hatred and lust. There may be a hint of love hidden away between all the hostility but it’s pushed away to the deepest corners of the heart. It’s only when, by some chance, that love is released from its cage and in that quick moment, it overflows. It runs through your veins, rattles your bones, tingles your fingertips and it happens so fast you don’t even realise it. Without an ounce of your control, it spreads like wildfire.