I knew it was wrong to set my heart on fire again. To create a flame where he was just looking for heat. He snuggled close, inhaled hard against my neck, and exhaled less than he inhaled, this shameless man. He always took more than he gave. His body was against mine and I tried to withdraw from him hold but his arms were just too heavy and then he began to snore. How relaxed was this man who was simply seeking some warm legs to tangle with. I struggled hard under his heavy arms, his heat was too much for a dark room in July. He was suffocating me with the weight of him and he literally had no idea because he wasn’t even aware of how hard I was trying to move away and breathe without him wrapped around me, enveloping me in all the ways that I shouldn’t allow.
Knowing that you are playing with fire is just so cliché but convincing yourself that you are unable to be burned by the same flame that burned for you before and scorched you before and set your whole world on fire just to eventually watch him flick the match in which he set it all ablaze then simply walk away, what a senseless woman. What a pathetic woman. I knew he proudly wore a warning label; I knew the warnings verbatim…

WARNING: This man is a narcissist. He is his only concern. His needs precede. His reputation is bad. His sex is good. His jokes are funny. His body is warm. He makes you weak. He makes you think you are the only person who matters. He holds you close and makes you feel like you can change him. He knows your weakness. He is your weakness. Run now, you pathetic woman. This is a futile game and he is the advantageous player.  

  Why, then, did I keep trying to pick the label off? Why did I overlook such a blatantly obvious appeal for me to stay away? Each corner I picked at relentlessly. I tried everything in my power to remove it. Friction never works. Force just makes to worse. The label held strong to him and I doubted it, even when it began to soften. Water melted can just as easily be turned right back into ice. Why bother, you pathetic woman, to play with a fire that you just keep hoping is actually a little more like ice?