I think it was the fire in your eyes.
That’s what made this happen-
This madness, this insanity.
It was not even just a spark or a flame,
It was a fire, blazing, angry, proud.
It was intimidating and wild.
Like it could take over the world,
Or just put itself out when it felt so.
Like it could take control and then,
Just as easily submit to all the power in the world.
God knows what it means, that fire.
But it’s what did this, I’m sure of it,
Because now, when I look into the mirror,
I see it in me too.