Firestorm

When the winds burning,
burn the green in my world,
would you smile?
knowing I wilt in pain?
would you torch my mind?
hold the flame to burn my heart?
watch me smile at you?
or would you just put out the flame?
the flame of my existence,
to end my suffering?
or would you just hold my hand,
pull me away from my torment?
something that your absence paints?
how would you justify,
to yourself, to your world?
when you knew what I sought,
and about what I need in your existence?
would you just let me fade?
I know you can't, but you would have to.