I burn
and I burn
and burn.
Everyone loves it
when I burn for them.
They enjoy the warmth I give.
I burn and I burn,
yet no one burns for me.

Why keep burning then?
The answer is simple:
I don’t know how else to love.
I burn and I burn
until I can’t
anymore.

Could I answer "who am I?"
Even if I where to ask myself?
I'd surely catch myself being something else
Draped in some kind of forgotten lie

I bend and split like beams of light
Fractured through the prism of life
My personality's gone under the knife
I don't recognize myself, try as I might

Maybe it's been too long to yearn
For something that's too far gone to grasp
So are these last year's only pointless laps?
There's no familiar street for me to turn

I'm lost amongst my many false faces
And I can no longer find my own
This is my cross to bare alone
Falling out of my own graces

©2025

I write a message to you and just delete it
I guess that's progress
I check my blocked messages a little less
I guess that's progress
I see your name, and my heart flutters less
I guess that's progress
I obsess over you a little less
I guess that's progress
I hear a song that we like, and I don't skip it
I guess that's progress
I fly over for work and don't wanna just rock up at your doorstep
I guess that's progress
I see a guy with tattoos, piercings, dark hair, and dark eyes, and I don't think of you
I guess that's progress
I see a blue-eyed staffie and don't think of boofhead
I guess that's progress
I play the video games we used to play, and I don't think of you
I guess that's progress
I can write these words and not cry
I guess that's progress
My eyes aren't bloodshot from crying anymore
I guess that's progress
I wanna die a little less now
I guess that's progress
I no longer wanna scream until my lungs give out
I guess that's progress
I think of our times together, and it doesn't hurt anymore
I guess that's progress
I stop and smell the roses now
I guess that's progress
I'm talking to people again
I guess that's progress
I've been intimate with someone else  
I get that's progress
My silly, fun side is slowly returning
I guess that's progress
I laugh and sing again
I guess that's progress
I miss you a little less
I guess that's progress
I crave you a little less
I guess that's progress
At least that's what I tell myself..