Beginnings

There's something about the scent of gasoline;
its an addiction to the crime scene.
The way the light seems to shine on everything right before
 the sirens sound.
We've been through this before, and this is textbook 
manipulation.
But darling, I've heard more convincing excuses from red 
hands.
"It's been a long night" she said before I hit the lights.
This is passion where you least expect it; a kind of 
beauty. A sickening concern.
I've fallen into the open arms of a stretcher from a second
 story window.
Someone once said that love overcomes all things. That 
someone didn't know you.