What if I told you I'd fallen for your fire? That I saw you for the first time and my heart stopped? Would you believe me? What if I showed you. I'd do whatever it took. As long as I could feel your heat. I don't deserve your love. But your anger is all mine. No one else can have it. Because I own that part of you. Even if I can't take your heart, I can steal away your hatred. As long as you look at me with burning eyes. Look at me, look. When did the fire burn to ashes in your eyes? A black hurt lurks there. I want to sooth the pain. Would you let me? Please? I want to reach up and stroke you cheek. If I saw you cry I'm sure my heart would crack ike the ice you think I'm made of. Even as I am, no one is heartless enough to turn away from a crying angel. My angel. Let me take it all away. When I step toward you you flinch and another part of me breaks at that. Slowly I reach toward you. You blink, confused, through tear stained lashes. Your hand raises as well, our fingertips brushing, electricity shooting from our hands, down my spine. I lean forward bringing my cold hands up cupping your face, feeling your fire. Your ember still burned I could still feel it. You gave a heart wrenching sob bringing your arms around my waist. In our embrace I can keep your fire. You can break past the ice. And we can simply be.