Why should I?

A small poem

Sitting there you did nothing you just touched
the flame of fire you wanted to clutch
But fire avoids your fingers and hands
And you were trapped in spiritual lands.

Sad, because you couldn't touch the fire
anyway, what was your desire?
I asked you why do you want to catch
a campfire ignited by a single match.

You said you don't want to catch nor slake,
Then you said you just wanted to make
A new story for us, new beginning
No more lies nor fooling, no more sinning.

So sudden change of your character
I should trust you, hope things get better
But my soul will dwell in darkness and fear
Thus I don't know your real you, my dear.

"You know, fire can touch and do no harm,
if you let it slowly take your arm
Don't worry my dear, just try it hon'"
She called me honey, but that time is gone.

I will never trust her again, why should I?
She was the one who told me goodbye.
She wants a second chance, because one
wasn't enough. But the things are done.