Playing With Fire by Amber Ford

Ritchie
We met for the first time when I was 8 years old.
I had just suffered profound loss and there was nothing beautiful or happy in my life.
Then she came in and she did all those things for me.
She made me feel special and happy.
I saw nothing but beauty in her.
But loss is a terrible thing to go through.
It left me with deep hurting scars.
I knew how to do nothing but push people away, so I did.
I pushed her away and a part of me has always regretted it.

Alex
He’s a boy filled with scars and I want nothing more than to help him.
But he’s used to pushing people away.
He does so to me countless times and yet I don’t want to give up on him.
Until he succeeds and my love for him turns to hate.
Now there’s a thin line between love and hate and with him, I’m standing on the edge of the line.
It’s all in his hands which side I fall into.
But I’ve always known where I wanted to be.