Beautiful Blue Embers

It began so simple- and yet, here we are again.
You're crying; I'm just tired.
I want to be your safe haven, but I am crimson electricity.
Torching everything I touch.
You are beautiful blue embers;
Copper in the fireplace. 
I want to touch you so badly; but thus I fear I will burn.
A saddened truth of the in-between.
But you are my perfect sunrise and peaceful rainstorm.
Too strong to be molded into the nothingness of reality.
But where has this magic gone?