Destructive

How did we burst into flames before you got to hold me?

I shouldn’t have reached for the light switch that night.

The green lies in your vessels gripped my skull like a trophy,

And the passersby told me it was a fearsome sight.

I thought we both mattered, but I think that you misspoke.

There is only you in the grand reflections and frames.

It has been a while since someone took me for a joke,

And I did not expect for you to dig me three graves.

Love, why did I combust into fractions for your pleasure?

You can deny it, but I still think you burned me first.

My rage knows no bounds, your spite knows no measure.

The warm fire we once lit is now battered and cursed.

-Jackie