The speaker looks back on a relationship that went badly wrong, using fire and gasoline as the central image. On their own, the speaker admits, they were already a kind of destruction. Add the other person, and things turned to chaos. Neither one is cast as entirely harmless, which gives the poem a more honest edge than a simple "you hurt me" story.
The speaker also seems to blame themselves a little. They were warned and should have listened, but they only wanted "a little taste," and got far more mystery and trouble than they bargained for. The "games" and "chases" suggest a push and pull in which the speaker ran out of breath trying to hold on to someone who kept slipping away. The ending turns bitter and a bit sad: the speaker expected this person to bring energy, and instead felt ruined. The mood is restless, regretful, and tinged with longing, like someone still stunned by the blaze they walked into.