The purpose of this fire isn’t to burn you
since only in these flames that melt your beautiful face to ashes do I find healing
there’s power in scorching the memories of our hostage happiness
as I release you into torrid blazes
only these embers can destroy those love lit gazes
like cauterising a wound
every warm glow glares brighter the more I try to forget you
sharp tongues grazing at my fingertips
leeching you from me without hesitation
it’s only fitting that being without you feels like eternal damnation
blurry eyed but fixated in fascination
I watch you disappear in smoke
a trick that has long since lost its magic for meÂ
however consuming, this heat is no match for the way we glared
like a match and gasoline
I would ignite you and you would spread all over me
we ravaged everything in our path and there was nothing left to grow in
but finally I relinquish all of us to the light,
photos curling at the edges
no, this fire isn’t meant to burn you, baby
it’s meant to burn bridges.