it was the fire of love
that left us both
with scars

and hers is healed
but cold, when the wind comes

and mine
itches and bleeds
and feels like the damp of rain
on bad winters

it is true
it didn't matter that the fire was brighter than the sun

and it is true
that i must not look for warmth
to ease my scars
it matters more
that the scars are left alone

but i am coal
crude oil
dumpster fire
filled with smoke and ****
and it seems i am to burn
until everything is gone

burn
until i am done
and i hope
my scars burn with me