It’s hard when the flames come
And they devour your paper roses.
You knew it’d probably happen, but you denied it
Until it came true.
The hardest part is knowing that the both of you
Were so in love
That’s gone now.
The fondness that you thought might still be there–
Because you were the one that held loyalty so dear,
He went astray.
There were red flags.
You should have known.
You should have seen that this could,
And indeed would happen.
But don't blame this on yourself.
You were not the one that chose to step on the heart in the middle of the path.
You'd picked it up...
Rather, your heart was stepped on.
That is not your fault.
That is all because of the wildfire flames
That devoured the paper roses along with your heart,
Until there was nothing left but embers.