my love and devotion for you was a wavering candle light held to my chest to shield from a wicked wild wind it dripped wax onto my unsteady hands scalding my fingertips a foreign burn seeping into my skin
(my love) became my sole source of comfort; a wooden fireplace in the depth of a cold Chicagoan winter thawed my heart of ice and you breathed life into my lungs
every time you beamed at me IΒ Β found myself falling in love with your smile 'til I had seen that same lopsided grin of yours flashed to someone else
and so, the fire in my soul gave way to waves after waves of relentless jealousy that which pounded against the shores of my heart carved away gaping crevices in the jagged ridges of my ribcage
in one final encore black acrid flames returned in full force as I clawed off my flesh and bone tearing at the itchiness in my blood and the taste of iron in the back of my throat
here I am another one of your victims with third-degree burns
my nerves are burnt beyond repair; I no longer feel anything for you