Prometheus-OLD

Prometheus was a Titan

Who stole fire from gods 

And gave it to humanity

It's said that his fire lives on in each ember and spark 

But for his crimes, his punishment was to lose his liver each day so that it could grow back each night 

I'm sure you're not here for a history lesson

But I've begun to feel like Prometheus 

With each struggle I face, the resemblance gets uncanny

I stole fire 

Despite being told not to

When everyone warned me how hot a flame can be, 

I didn't care

I didn't care about the heat in your presence,

Just the coldness I felt after you left.

So I tried to steal some fire from you

Tried to force an ounce of your warmth into my life so that I could share it with the people around me

Like Prometheus,

My intentions were good, but the execution left a bit to be desired

I wish I had listened when you warned me that infernos can look like candle flames from a distance

"Don't get too close" you cautioned

But I thought that just maybe I could be the one to help bring down your forest fire 

I hoped you would let me build temples to the light you shine, and fire rings to help you contain it

But I should have listened to history whispering caution in my ear

You see the gods didn't trust humanity with fire

And you didn't trust me to help yours or rather

You Didn't want me to

You see, There is pride in wildfire

A beautiful chaos to be admired

....from a distance

But I still stole an ember from your strength in the hope it would heat up a frozen heart

Managed to pass the warmth off as my own and share it with those around me

But I can now sympathize with the punishment in this process.

Because every night I let my heart grow back, and everyday you take it 

Or rather,

I give it to you

Treating it like a sacrifice 

I've been paying tribute to your memory with every part of my being

Promising a change or hope for one more chance to share your fire with the world

But these burns are turning to scar tissue 

The nerve endings died in your presence

I wonder if Prometheus ever felt numb too

I've tried moving on

But each time I manage to light my own candle

You've taken to blowing it out and offering to help fix it

I can't be dependent on your flame anymore

Can't let the smell of smoky memories pull me in

I'm sick of giving you my heart to stop feeling cold

Because the difference between numb and warm is only a few letters, but a lifetime of happiness

I'm not a firefighter,

Or a Titan

Or anyone really

I'm just someone covered in 3rd degree trust issue because I fell in love with one too many fires that didn't reciprocate.

Everyone says that one day I'll find the next one,

The flame that will fit in my home and never leave scorch marks on my memories

But I don't think Prometheus ever touched another fire in his life,

So could you blame me if I did the same?

Because with all this nerve damage,

I'm not sure I could even feel heat anymore

It's my fault

She told me not to get too attached

The only thing an ember can love is the free oxygen around it

I'm not angry

Or bitter

Or even sad.

But I want to warn you about wildfires

They are beautiful

They are strong

They are incredibly powerful

But most importantly, they are to be respected from a distance

No matter how much the flames beckon

Because I may have stolen fire from her,

But she stole my peace of mind,

And I'm still waiting for night time

So that it regrows for tomorrow