Poetry! (woop woop)

I wrote this poem after an argument with a friend which caused me to reflect on our friendship. It made me realise our differences but also how differences can be good. So, dearest blogger, try to get through my soppy poem and I would be very grateful for comments :)

The Extinguisher:

Your vibrant, charismatic, enigmatic flames
leap and flicker, flutter and climb.
I trail up the ladder with you
but your flame burns.
Burns the solid wood of the step below,
and you disappear,
disappear from me
anyhow.

Your flame catches on, spreading like forest-fire,
igniting others.
But this time the others in the hardhats, reflective clothing
and the previously unknown heroes appear to save you.
Fueling your spark,
Burning bright,
bright from where I am standing
anyhow.

Your distant flame flickers,
fast and furious,
passionate and powerful.
But strong walls of metal conceal it,
suffocate it.
It appears to be dying,
dying in front of me
anyhow.

Am I no longer the fuel to your flame?
What has changed?