The first thing you notice will be her potential
to burst. Sparks of passion
burn like flares in her
eyes, some dying out,
some catching her fuse.
Read her warning label:
Don’t try to hold on,
to stop her from lighting.
She’ll explode in your grasp,
leaving you seared,
charred from the proximity,
eyes blinded, ears ringing
from the intensity.
To keep her, let her go.
Focus on yourself and
watch her come alive.
Don’t worry about how
she’ll be shattered-
she’s used to picking
up the pieces.
Experience the way the sound
of her thrums through you
to your core,
see how all other colours pale.
And after it is over,
witness as she pulls herself
back together, whether with
the adrenaline of victory
or the acceptance of failure.
Understand that it wasn’t the end
that was the destination.
Sometimes it’s only by breaking
apart that she builds
herself back up.
Stay with her when
the rain dampens the gunpowder,
and she wonders if she’ll ever
come alive again.
Celebrate with her when she’s
found a new match,
and you can already sense
her starting to fizzle.
When she wants to cut
her fuse and become
a log of support,
tell her to stop being silly
and hand her a flame.
Others won’t understand.
They all wish to watch, but
never want to come close.
She is too wild, too aflame.
Like the wild animals of the forest,
they’re afraid of fire.
The explosions will keep them away.
But if you love the firecracker girl,
you’ll get nights of firecracker skies.
You’ll feel the sporadic but intense
heat of her emotions.
You’ll protect her freedom as fiercely
as she does yours.
You have to be a special kind of person
to be able to love the firecracker girl.
But if you do,
she will return,
eyes alight as she comes home,
already readying herself
to burn anew.
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