Your image becomes clearer as the smoke dissipates.
It’s like you have been standing there for all these years, clenched jaw and all.
Just awaiting my lowly arrival.
You anticipated my failures, and you have come to collect my tears.
Such a trophy for you, is it not?
Even, in all your glorious wisdom; how could you have known I would do this?
My failures fire your revelry.
Dance in my misery, you have won once again.
The violins cry in the background.
Tensions flare in the forefront.
Anticipations bubble in my belly.
What will your words be?
Who will you choose?
Fire or Ice?
Will the uncertainties of the heat burn you?
Or do you prefer the normalities of the chilly wind kissing tour cheek?
Love is your catalyst, my heart is your leverage…
Let me know, as my amber simmer.