Damnation
I knew that she could be good. So I didn't care that she could be bad. We could all be bad, so why would I condemn her for a possibility? And when I saw her be bad I ignored it. We all have our bad days, so why would I condemn her for a bad day? When I saw the bad days outweigh the good I held her closer. Why would I condemn her for needing a shoulder to cry on? When the tears turned to rage she began to condemn all to a torture I knew to be in her; but I never expected it to touch me. Her fire exploded and destroyed everything around me. I still had not condemned her; for her flames had not harmed me. I had fallen in love with her, fire and all. Why would I condem one I love?