Pyro of Despair

I like the flames,
dark and menacing,
dancing across my face and yours.
Like a pitch black light,
another memory is burned,
as well as forgotten.
I'm sure one day,
I will regret this storm ablaze,
but right now,
im forgetting you,
for killing me.
We were happy,
we could've made it work,
but you left me here,
alone again.
The black flames,
scorch our skin,
and rebirth a new.
I hate you,
for hating yourself,
when you were my heaven.