And All That’s Left Is Smoke

Show me light, I said

Cause I was affected

Now I want to return to the dark

I was injected

I can’t pretend anymore

I don’t know you

Please just let go

We don’t want to know

We couldn’t hold on

It’s too hard to pretend

Too hard to make it work

Too hard to say three words

Burning up

The flame’s running out

And all we’ll be left with

Is smoke

Ash

Cinders

Smoke

Your eyes used to be a good mirror

Oh myself so clearly seen

But I know that our love is now just a dream

We couldn’t hold on

Too hard to make it work

Too hard to say three words

Too hard to pretend

Three words, all it took

Bursting into every cranny and nook

Now I’m bare, but chock-full

Of emptiness and sorrow

Burning up

The flame’s running out

And all we’ll be left with

Is smoke

But even as the flame dies

Smoke can be blown out too

One day, nothing will remain

But a charred reminder in our ashen cores

A burnt memory in our mutilated brains

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I'll state my inspirations from now on.

(Remind me if I forget.)

Inspiration(s): "Love Injected" - Aminata; "Black Smoke" - Ann Sophie; Cinder Fall, RWBY; past experiences