Arsonist

Even as the hot embers burned her

She could not help

But reminisce on what a

Wonderful fire

It once was

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A bridge, a box of matches

Feel the soot build on my palms

Smoke stings my eyes, the catch is,

The flames are so wonderfully, warm

Maybe there’s a reason

We built the fire like gold

Like there’s treasure in the burning

Like parting ways are new beginnings

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I’d like to say I’d stay forever

Believe that I could stay, pretend

That eggshells felt like moss

Beneath my feet

Wish I could still be ten, or younger

But spring sun breaks to autumn thunder

A journey’s not a journey without grief

Crackling trauma

I hear the silent static wait

This is an opera

Of color, of death, and of fate

There is still beauty

In inferno, you will see

We can phoenix-fly together

Two directions, of one feather

I’ve tried to play along so nice

I’ve given you the chance, once, twice

Three times, but counting gets a little old

Wish you had been the one to break

But if I’ve flaws, I can’t be fake

It’s both our requiems

If truth be told

Bow down before your arsonist

I’ll take this last breath with a kiss

And close your eyes, your soul flies high

I’ll sing you ashen lullabies

Nero, he can bring his lyre

And I will light the funeral pyre

They don’t build beauty like this anymore

A bridge, a box of matches

The soot against my palms

Lungs filled with smoke and ashes,

The flames are a burning storm

A moment in the madness

Where I could find regret

Do you realize, it’s tragic-

It’s not me I must protect

I give you my peace, and I’ll wait for the ash to grow cold

I love you, I love you – I love you enough to let go.