i will spend the rest of my life
burning
burned
for your touch
from your touch.

there is nothing
binding our hearts
binding our souls.

i've never been one to
give a little
get a lot.

you do not move the mountains
did not part the earth
or sea.

you leave me unravelled
you left me out of place.

i'll apologize for not being
more
delicately suited to
your needs.

do you want to see me burn?
kiss me then
leave me
burning
burned.

He wasn't always this way
A life  of smoke and ash.
He's A burned house
Only ash remains.


" He wasn't always this way"
I declare.
Not knowing his past.
But knowing no one starts like ashes.

No one starts like the ruins of his old home
Which was burned down
While his mother was still inside
No one starts like his mother ended.

He wasn't always this way.
Now he lives in ashes.
He lives for smolder. Lives for smoke.
Lives for ashes.

With every cigarette he has
Every drug he sells.
He lives in smoke.
Smoke and cinder.
His teenage lungs up in smoke.
His brain fiery addicted.

He said he didn't care.
A life in smoke.
A young life... tossed before the flames
Consumed

They lick up his soul
Relieved
He is.

Cindering, smoking
Smoldering.

Burned.


Cauterize the wound.
Obtain life again from the ashes
That were the death of you and your mother.
Like a Phoenix be reborn from the rubble
Smoldering and roaring
You are a beautiful flame.

Obtain beautiful flame.
Not searing flame
So I then I won't have to say
He wasn't always this way.

I turned away,
and you were gone.
left me like the ending to a decent song
hanging in the silence.

I prayed away,
and you returned.
I guess just to see how bright I burned
In this hell you sent me to.

Was burned...

                 Now...  

My body's ashes

                  Is ink

For poetry

"It's water under the bridge"
   But it hadn't gone far
       Salt in the wound
           Picking
    At a scar

Can we forgive
What we can not forget
   How do we live
With so much regret

When playing with fire
   Your bridges get burned
A lesson
  We too little
Too late
  Learned

It's sink
   Or swim
& the current
   is wide
Do we dare to dream
Of the other side?

kiss me until you feel the burning sensation that burned your tongue like hot coffee that no one warned you about