I saw a girl

The girl I am following is right there

I believe I have a crush on her

She is there hard to love 

Smiles with a curl and a twirl on her inside 

Hair like a desert 

Too coarse on the outside and barren on the inside

I look into her eyes and see a poem

Promising but hiding under her eyes

Her eyes are shouting

But I see fire

Burning up

It is about to blow someone up

It is going to let her blow herself

This is hard

This is difficult 

I ask her what is her favorite book

She turns around and starts walking

She is a story made of thrillers and disaster

She is a book full of disasters

I follow her to the elevator and see her put her foot in

She takes a step back

This is a wind flowing from her face like the Sahara desert which taking the precious ashes away from her soul

Which the fire left

The logs of wood are trying to get out

The eyes are still white 

I see fire

I do not know where it comes from

I see music 

Never had I seen it before

I see the rhythm 

I take a step forward not knowing where I am headed

I try to touch her she disappears

I see ashes 

I feel the ashes

I look at myself in the mirror in the elevator,

I see fire

I am the fire

I see her rising inside me like the flames turning bright with every flicker in their body

I see her I see her strong and bright like she is unafraid of life

And someone I wanted to be

But she was in me all along