You Burn

The way I loved you

Was heated.

Like a fire that burns

A broken house down to the ground

Like I was the one who lit the match

That caused the explosion.

I loved you like a fire

And it burned for the little things.

The flames ate at the blue curtains on the window slowly-

Like how you said my name,

Sounding out each syllable

As if it was the best thing you've ever said.

The frames around the doors cracked

And so are my lips.

You always waited until I stopped talking

To steal the breath from my lungs

You always remembered what I said.

Just like the land will remember the foundation

Long after it's turned to ash.

I miss you like the embers the

Broken house left:

Yearning for a roof

And the safety of your arms.

There's nothing left to burn,

Yet the heat is more intense than ever.

The thing about a fire

Is that even though there's nothing left,

The coals can always do more damage,

And there's no telling when it will stop.